There is mystery about life and death , that is how we become storytellers.
That we will just vanish one day without a trace seems inexplicable.
From where do we come and where do we go are questions asked since the beginning of time.
There are no answers , it all seems meaningless, after all nothing matters, and to make sense of our existence we tell stories.
In our stories we create religion , we create God.
Nation is a collective story , there are no real boundaries.
Stories make us more secure in an insecure existence.
We create our villains and we create our heroes.
We create the story of what is good and what is bad.
We create stories of success and failures.
We create stories of bravery and valour and of cowardice and treachery
We are ready to live and die for our stories .
We connect with our stories .
Our fears ,our pains , our suffering, our desires our dreams are similar.
They are universal truths.
Below the layers , we are the same , our stories are similar.
We tell stories because that is what we are – Storytellers.