Leaping Out of The Pages

To love a film is to love its characters and the journey that they bring us along. Despair, struggle, happiness, sadness and all possible emotions that human could possibly possess. It has always been that same beginning, those same images flash across my mind, it has been there for the longest time, she finally leaped out of those pages that I was trying desperately to finish, simply to see her walk till the end of the script and eventually stroll down the space and time of moving images, on screen. It still remains an unanswered question till this moment, hibernating in the hands of others, who presumably know better, know how to see a good story, but do they really? Only time will tell. She seems to change and transform into a slightly different woman now, in this new chapter of the story. Story evolves, it has a life of its own, it breathes the breath of the writer, it feeds on the sheer imagination of the hopeless closeted romantic fool whom the writer believes to be. She smiles, she weeps, she is determined to pursue the happiness she believes she is entitled to pursue or life is meaningless after all. Bathe in the shades of facade of happiness, she transcends the true nature of what a woman should be, not how the society deemed her should be. Oftentimes, she runs into her own shadow of doubts and disbelieves, but the journey sees her mature into a beautiful woman, like how a cocooned larvae morphs into a beautiful butterfly at the break of an awakening dawn. Do you see a piece of you in her?