Dying the yarns

“Every piece of fiction is an autobiography”

Writing fiction is a work of art; a penance of love. It involves crushing and distilling those thoughts of ours which may be our deepest secrets, and therefore clamour the most to be expressed, and enrobe them and ornament them and put them on display on the stage of words. The characters, the scenes, the places, the plots, are all removed from one’s own life. Yet, they are as much a part of the writer as is her appendix or pancreas.

The ’stories’ on this page have as much of me in them, as I have them in me.

I take some (possibly unjustified) pride in the fact that I ‘write for myself’. Hence, there is no wonder if you might be mystified or puzzled by some of the pieces here, seeing that you are far removed from the scene of my rather noisy thoughts.

However, if there is something on this page that touches you, or makes you think, or affects you in any way, please drop in a word!

Differences of opinion, if any, can be resolved over the comments section.

I can also be found at suchitra.ramachandran@gmail.com

Happy reading!

~Suchitra.