This is an essay I wrote in a competition at my college. ‘A study of literature refines our sensibilities’, the topic says. And this essay yearns to be a part of that literature.
It is extremely difficult to define literature. Each definition falls short of what it really is. It is simply not a structure, a construction of words, sentences and paragraphs. It is a medium of aesthetic communication, where people from hundreds of years ago sit in front of us, in our homes and speak, voice their thoughts, feelings, actions, dilemmas, choices and justifications. They build their world vividly around us. That is magical. That magical experience is literature. Continue reading