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The Velveteen Rabbit.

I have been told that some books that you read in your childhood, are meant for your childhood. Not be read in your yonger days, and not to be read as you grow. For they are mere fantasy plots, which make you believe in things untrue. But today, I feel literally no shame in saying out loud, that I am sitting near a raging and waving ocean and reading ‘The Velveteen Rabbit’.

You want to know what gave me the courage to do this. Well, it’s something like this-

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Okay, neither am a 10 year old nor a 50 year old. But what can I do when this was giving me pleasure beyond words. So I just went ahead and did it.

I read The Velveteen rabbit, sitting at the most favourite place in the world, when I could have done so many other things.

A Year Older; A Year Wiser?

Yesterday was Amazing!!

And I still remember posting the same very thoughts the same very day, last year. And sure, time and things have changed but some things (thankfully) have remained as I wished them to.

Some of you might be really wondering as to what exactly was yesterday, well,, it was my birthday. And it was beyond wonderful!

But one thing I have realised is with time you lose people, but then you find new ones too. Now, it’s on us whether to keep missing and whining the ones that have left us, or cherish the new ones. I don’t know birthday brings these weird thoughts to me, always. If you were there last year, you’ll know.  😉

Okay, enough whining!

The best part of the day was, well it was exactly what was last year; BOOKS!! I have got nothing but books as presents and all I can do now is wait for my work to lessen a bit so that I can drown myself in those lovely presents.

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And I can’t wait!!!! Because there is a blind date in their too 😉

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Well, not one but two blind dates 😀

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But, coming to two most adorable people,  who wrote a touching post for me, her poetry is beyond anything, and I can’t thank her enough for it. I love you for this Aditiiiiiii https://motmagiques.wordpress.com/2018/07/22/happy-birthday-moush/

The other person is  from https://mybrokenwords.wordpress.com/ He has sent me a mail which is again so touching that I cannot say anything, he just made my day!!!!! 

The thought here is, I never thought I will have blogger friends so awesome as them. I have my friends with me, I have my family too, but this virtual world sometimes really overwhelms me. So a big Thank you!!!

Well, a year older I might be, but a year wiser? I am still unsure about it, I make mistakes, but I promise myself everyday, that I will try and keep improving myself at every point.

So the books might as well be that step to being wiser 😉

And I say that the birthday was done right, because I get to see some lovely sights!! It was just pleasant, as if I was looking at the horizon!

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Tell me if I am wrong?

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Racing against the speed!!

Okay, enough of my day, got to go back to, well, not being the birthday girl!!

If anyone is in

Books- My Strength!

For me books are more than just books.

Books are more than words,

They are more than mere pages,

They are more than simple plots and fictional stances..

Books are my weakness and they are my strength,

They are my escape mechanism,

And they are my reality!!

They are ever present, non complaining friends,

They are certainly not my enemies.

And these books are where I find my solace,

From this ever present insanity!

 

 

You are a Reader.

Today I have another reader realization, Bare with me..

 

You know you are a reader, you are certain that it is the only pleasure in your life, that it is the only solution to all your problems, that reading is the only source to digress yourself from all those problems, that reading is the only way to maintain sanity and that it is the only way to run away from reality.

 

So you think that you are a reader.

 

At least I thought so, or rather I think so, every time I see a book and find my mouth drooping at the magical words.

 

Until recently when I literally dozed off early in the morning, a book in my hand, and woke up after two hours only to realize that I was already running late for the day.

 

How come I dozed off? Well, as it happens, I am up for reading anything any place by anyone only till I am willing to do it, which is of my own accord. But as soon as someone pressurizes me for it, my mind stops working and I go numb. In this case, I am being pressurized by the so called ‘College people, here the examiners’.

 

My exams are coming up and I don’t understand why that this time I have to really try hard to even study what I like. My papers consists everything that I like, at least mostly what I like. I have to read theories, novels, stories and poems for them and yet here I am, trying to not nod off while preparing for them. Seriously, what is wrong with me? Had I heard of something from someplace else, I would definitely go and hunt down every little information about it and read it even in the middle of the night. But since it is in my syllabus all I am thinking about is that I have to study it, prepare an answer and then just write it down in my exam. I absolutely understand that this is wrong, the entire concept is wrong, this way I don’t understand anything and will be blindly following the teaching method usually applied. I have never been this, but I don’t know what is wrong. I am concentrating only on the fact that I have ‘exams.’

 

I’ll give you an instance, if I had come across the word ‘Marxism’ some place else then I was sure to Google every detail about it and read it till I understood it, but now that it is in my syllabus, I am almost day dreaming about sipping a drink near the ocean under the warm sun after my exams.

 

And I called myself a reader? I guess the problem is that not only I have to read it but understand it, retain it and prepare for the ‘exams’.

 

Okay, enough with the word ‘exams’ today, I guess I’ll go and pick up some long forgotten book which I might have read so many times, only to remind myself that I am a reader. 😀

 

 

Inspiration

I only write when inspiration strikes. Fortunately, it strikes at nine o’ clock sharp every morning.

-William Faulkner