Vareesha Khan, 06 Oct '12
She refused to read. It is not that she did not know how to, in fact, she often would correct me as I wrote. I used the wrong word, my grammar was off, the sentence didn’t work. She did not read, rather because she did not like endings. In fact, she was scared to death by endings, and books had quite obvious endings. There was no subtlety in that. A careless flip of the page for me, a slow and dreadful one for her. If she had to read, it was only maybe a phrase, a word or two —enough to stave off the starvation of her addiction. She lived in fear of her love. Like I said, she hated endings, and so she never started anything. She was the lack of beginning.