Hiralious

'' I hate the protagonists in movies and books'' She declared suddenly. I asked her why was that. ''Because they are just ordinary people like you or I, and they are made into these mysterious characters, worth reading about. Whichever detail the writers choose to pay attention to, becomes immortal on paper, or on screen. While in real life, all of us are doing all of these things and they are just the things that leave no impact. See, '' She took a deep breath '' A lot of drama can be created about a girl just getting up and putting on that damn dress. The writer can explain it in a countless tones of melancholy. So - and- so dressed up for another day she was not looking forward to'' Her voice grew haughty as she mimicked  an imaginary plot. '' This is LIFE. We the real people do this all the damn time.   It doesn't have that air of drama when we do it. Our opinions are not that final. The protagonists however enjoy the benefit of narrative. And also, no matter how much you disagree with them, you can never contest them , seems like''   As she said this, her voice grew less and less passionate, until she spoke in a slippery whisper '' You are doing the damn writer thing with me right now, aren't you? '''  She said, pointing her petite index finger with the chipped nail polish at me.   Little did she know, every person I ever talk to, becomes a bit of my story.