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A quick tale 33


This is a story about a girl who wrote stories. Her tales were full of quirky people who lead dramatic lives. Those who read them had wonderful things to say about her words. Then one day she wrote about herself. And no one had much to say. Her life was not that interesting anyway.


shyam said…
Talk about irony :) But I beg to differ... anybody whose writing appeals to others is automatically interesting to them, "uninteresting" personal life notwithstanding!
Tangent said…
Not many comments on this one.

Complements the tale.

Touche...responders (the Ammani Fan club!)
But that said, every one of the QTs with a really good response explores some vignette or experience in your life or someone close to you. Its that insight that makes the QTs what they are. Everyone here (atleast a few I know) thinks and believes in your words. Such is the power of words.
I dont know if you realise this but you are doing something far beyond what many other(mine included) blogs do. You make people think. Your life has a sense of purpose and I dont think you can have anything more powerful that that.
Sometimes I feel when I post about something. When the responses are far and few, it makes me think about what my blog achieves and what I want it to achieve. There is a difference and its hard at times and well, practical, the others.
Keep writing.
RS said…
I don't agree with this. If what she writes captures the interest of people, then generally, they strive to know more about the author. They might then disapprove of her actions & life, but that might not stop them from learning more about her.
AF said…
You make us all think. You rock as I always say.
Take it easy
S m i t h a said…
LOL! hahahahahaha
really couldnt stop laughing for 2 minutes after reading this.
was too too too cute... huge loads of sarcasm in the last line!
long live Ammani! for making us think :D there ever a point where we stop asking for more? but then, some people say discontent is the one thing that keeps the spark of creativity alive...
trv said…
:).true. it's something sensitive that people prefer to skirt.
Anjali said…
Whatever said and done U rule in writing.No one can achieve what you have achieved.You have inspired so many with your QTs that itself is a tremendous achievement.And i know every one wil agree with me on this.Every day we bloggers click the link"Ammani"first to read your QTs.Another Qt well written.Way to go ammani.keep up the good work.
Phoenix said…
I have heard comedians life is not funny!
so an interesting writers life is ......
Ramesh said…
Good one..
Sriram said…
Is it maybe because the readers are actually thrown off and confused by what the author means? ;).. guess what? I've been bitten by your bug :D.. cheers!
Surinder said…
he he .. but this doesnt sound that ironic .. happens a lot i think .. :-)
Renuka said…
Hey Ammani..
Just started reading ur blogs this week. It's great..Read thru the archives..I think I'm already part of the enthusiastic crowd which looks fwd to Ammani's QTs :-)
Keep up the good work !!
keerthi said…
Pattukkottai Prabhakar, wouldnt have touched a pistol, nor would he have visited courts and polic-station. His life would have been Crime free, unlike his novels.

Your case, Ammani, you dont imagine and write.. do you. I think you write from around.
Eroteme said…

Quotidian lives aren't interesting, but, when presented well, take a different hue. If any of the tales this girl wrote was a copy of the little bits of lives she captured, then they too would have been uninteresting. :-)
Maybe she didn't want to present herself as a tale, for silence can at times can be the greatest adulation to something touching and moving...
There is beauty in silence... :-)
Eroteme said…
A story that made me smile for a different reason... :-)
sathish said…
idu ungala pathi illaye??!! :-)
perspective said…
:) I am sure she was successful in hiding what she really wanted to..."The Reality"
monu said…
a fan of your words is a fan of you
and your life would be interesting to your fan, as they would really like to know what experiences lay behind these wonderful words!!!!

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