Tuesday, March 22, 2011 by Abhinav Maurya
Why does one find oneself greatly fascinated by something that one does not even understand?
My joy and fascination with Indian/Western classical music remains incomprehensible to me, given my scant knowledge of the subject. Yet, I find myself listening to (semi-)classical music all the time.
My fascination with literature has waned the more I have known about the "tricks of the craft". Now I find it tedious to read simpler "story" books and expect something as good as Kafka every time I pick up a book.