The storyteller is never happy. He has to tell a story. He knows that spectators have expectations and wants to hear – a story. The sad part is that the storyteller has to tell a story he knows. He knows that there are things in the story that happened and that he is not happy about it. He wishes he could have changed that. No, he cannot! The story happened and all he could do was – see it or be it. So, what does he do? He changes the way the story happens in his story. And Lo! You get a fiction. A fiction story is a story where characters happened, people lived, situations occurred, occasions celebrated – everything existed.

So, when he changed the story, he still wasn’t happy. He could not tell the real story. But what could he do? He was
helpless in the light of the fact that the story happened the way it occurred. He could not tell the story to the waiting people – it was their story. If he told them their story, the wouldn’t like it. If he told them their changed story, he wouldn’t like it.

The storyteller mused over the morphed situation. He didn’t like the situation either way. But he had to pick one thing. But he didn’t like that too. What was he supposed to? There was helplessness in every possible way.

The Storyteller is never happy…