“Once upon a time…”
Stories rarely begin this way now
Memories fade
Storytelling has transformed, losing it’s art, the passion, because time is fickle
There aren’t any storytellers, the crowds gathered elsewhere
Stories will live, somehow, may be in our soul
Till it weighs us down
Tired and bored, we may rest again, find the connection
Stories will have soul once again
A storyteller’s pride, the authenticity, the audience become family
“Forever” may be a distant ream
-Amitav
