![]() ![]() I discovered the master storyteller a decade back, and that too, accidentally, at the Kolkata Book Fair. After all, miracles and enigma weren’t so uncommon in Zafón’s world. ![]() I had been caught unawares, just like millions of his fans who were left searching for his ‘Cemetery of Forgotten Books’ with a faint hope that maybe, we’d find him sharing a joke with his old time friend, Fermín Romero de Torres. ![]() It only has entry points and exit points…” It wasn’t long ago that I had decided to go, visit my icon, and maybe, walk the streets of his beloved Barcelona, and see it through his eyes, guided by his voice in my head. He’d chosen such an abrupt exit from his own story, that I couldn’t help but remember the lines he’d written somewhere: “There is no beginning and no end of a story. We’d lost Spanish novelist Carlos Ruiz Zafón. Jwas an average day by all means, until a tweet warranted my attention and left me reeling from the shock of comprehension. ![]()
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