Story Telling & Arts

What is a story? Is it mere fluttering pages of dusty parchment? Are these gushing rivers of ink simply scribbles of the quill? Were all the novels, sitting upon the shelves merely written as a figment of imagination, to entertain.? No, a story is more than what they teach, a flight of stairs, with a beginning, middle, and an end. The first chilling, riveting monsoon breeze blooming like a fresh rose. The sweet divine fragrance of sandalwood and jasmine buds adorning the steps of Krishna’s temple. The quiet gentle lull of the waves, a drowsy ocean’s song. Capturing all these fleeting moments with nothing but pen and paper. Isn’t that what a story is? A silent tear trickling like morning dew, down that moonlight visage. The music gurgling in those deep eyes, concealing chapters long lost. The yearning of a pure heart in wait, as the seasons, autumn, winter, spring, and summer quietly slip by...

Wouldn’t you call it a story?

By Maitreyi

An Art Lover

What would one imagine when hearing that word? Perhaps, they would recall an artist mixing those myriad shades of blue with a thick brush to paint an ocean upon the white canvas. Some might hear the music beating low and sweet, evening piano keys, a soft symphony. Perhaps it is in the fingertips of the poet, swallowing the parchment and ink whole, in memory of their long-lost beloved.

The Bharatnatyam dancer might feel it as they stomp and twirl in harmony with the beating temple drums. Regardless of the medium, art has been an irreplaceable, precious form of human expression existing for centuries. However, what does art truly mean in its raw essence? Capturing all these fleeting moments with mere pen and paper, isn’t that what storytelling is? The brush paints, not what the eyes see, but the beauty they behold in those colors we call life. The violin rings with the evening breeze, touching the very strings of the heart. These chilanga adorned feet are not just dancing. Every step is a lotus of devotion for the divine. Art is not just a form of self-expression, but the soul’s music, its melody.