Charlotte...again !

There is a term in writing…”Don’t tell….Show”

If I like you to know that there is thunder storm about to hit the city….I can’t just write that there is thunder storm coming…

I would rather write:

Though it was dark all around….I could see his face time to time by the lightning of sky…and every light followed by the thunder sound scared me too much to clutch his hands….we couldn’t balanced ourselves because of the strong air moving in between…sometimes I have to lean on his shoulders to keep walking…we have to reach for some shelter….may be he was too busy in his reasoning to even noticed me throwing my whole weight on him… suddenly…I felt something moistening our hands grip….and within seconds I realized that rain has begun….

How you like it?

I think you got the picture well….yeah???

In this way I will take you to my imaginations…but never will let you go away with your own…

...when reading a novel you got paralyzed totally dependent on the writer…..you can’t make decisions…you can’t imagine…you have to close the book if it is the end…no matter how differently you wanted it to be….but it’s not your choice.

The extra ordinary feature of Charlotte Bronte’s writing is….she not even entrapped you in her imaginations but also let you go away with your own too….

So many times in her novel you will find yourself wondering from here to there to find exact match to fulfill your desires too…and she….never mind.

In “Jan Eyre”….this isn’t a scene…..but….I’d like to see the portraits that Jane paints….

One of Blanche Ingram and one of herself….I’d like to see how she sees herself….and how she painted her rival.

The most amazing fact was that Jane while painting those pictures didn't even consider herself as a rival to Ingram.

Now…imagine…if you are giving a choice to paint yourself and your rival….how would you go about that?

Ingram…a beautiful…rich….confident woman….noticed by Rochester…

Jane seen her….having good time with Rochester….totally agreed that Ingram would soon be the Mrs. Rochester…

Jane had no hopes...but why than she painted both her and Ingram same time?

Ahh…it’s always heart breaking to have your rival front of you…having fun and good time with your loved one…

....and acknowledging that you doesn't stand a single chance....hmmm....