this one is going on a different route. in ways it'll complete the circle i started at antaraal. i had characters and i grew a story out of them . here, in this one i have a story and i'm going to grow characters. i have my first one...shariq...old man ...runs a commune; an asylum if you may, of artists. a poet , a painter....at peace with himself or too mellowed to fight battles that just take his quiet away. he makes love to men and women but its not a celebration, its an encounter or that is what he says, a chance to know someone, when they want to be known, when they are comfortable with you.....he is ok at being misunderstood...he has all his life dealt with it...running away from understandings too small to understand him...or from misunderstandings which are strong, heartful and often violent towards him and his work.....and he often breaks down in his own space. what keeps him going...his work...the fact that he is made everyday of what he does. work is his nature , his aggregate. and yet there is a detachment. from himself...from work and from people.his defence mechanism against hurt...against what prevents him from being....his mind is free...pure and silent . it functions like a watch...slowly silently and consistently. he is the base flavour of the story. he is mild and lingering....he will let you add more flavours...sharp, tangy....i dont know....let us see who all come up now.
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