Black Bird in a White Cage

Literature is a mirror of life. We can see the bevies of beauties and feel the heightened situations when we go through. Every genre of literature open new horizons of creative world and make the reader aware of the novel and novice vistas of life troubles, griefs and tribulations.

One day, one of my friends asked me, “Why do you read literary books? What do they teach you? I just simply answered I don’t know why I read these literary books and what they teach is quite unknown. Ofcourse I just can say I learn how we people live in our internal worlds? How dreary our lives are but we pretend to be happy. Yes these books teach me how to talk, walk and realize my ignorance. Literature is divided mainly in three important figures: poetry, drama and fiction. Further in subheadings it has too many kinds and classification which are not our topic of discussion right now.

If we talk about this novel – the long lengthened narrative story, it fathoms the philosophy of life, which is quite complex and is still a riddle. Like William Shakespeare says, “Life a brief candle, a poor player, that frets and struts an hour upon a stage and heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”