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I am a Reader!?

I am pretty sure that many of you here will be book readers, so much so that reading would be an inseparable part of your life. Yes, I’d say that too, that I love reading books, I love to get lost in an imaginary world. But today I read something which shook my beliefs, that I was or am a book reader.

So I say that I read books, but how many, which ones? There are so many books and which ones do I pick?

I know the quantity does not matter, the quality does, but wait till you read this..

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What do you say now? 😀

I am not much of a calculative person, but I am pretty sure that I am not reading since I was 5, I sometimes take more than a week to complete a book, and what more? I might not even live to be 80.

So I don’t even read 1% of fiction, non-fiction that is available to me and I call myself a reader?

I Am Tired!!

I am literally tired right now, not only mentally but also physically. My mind and my body fail to work anymore. I do not even wish to move a little bit more, even a very little to get what I want. I am at a point where I will just let it go, if anything has to go. I am simply tired.

Some might say that may be if I do not lose hope right now, if I do not let things go, maybe there is a possibility that I might get it right around the corner. Well, may be yes and may be no. I don’t even want to know the answer.

I am not losing hope, hope is what keeps us alive, I just do not want to wait and be restless any longer.

I am happy right here, with what I have and how I am.

What’s wrong with being content?

As of now, with my being exhausted and weary, I am spoiling myself, pampering with all the tasty food and loads of sleep, with cups and cups of coffee and books, with zero thoughts and a big reasonless smile. (The last time I did that I gained 10kgs, let’s see what happens this time 😉 )

And that is how I am awfully drained and yet content.

Book Suggestions, please!!

I don’t understand what happens, and how this happens, but as soon as the holiday season kicks in, I start losing myself to negativity and uncertainty. I start losing all the hope and faith inside of me, and give in to the terrible anxiety and fear. These times are really trying, and however much I try it is extremely difficult to come out of it easily.

As always my consolation comes from books, being the recluse that I am. But somehow, whatever I am getting hold of recently seems to be depressing, either there is someone who dies, or something that keeps the protagonist in constant misery, there is only pain and suffering in what I am reading too.

So, basically I need book suggestions that do not include any kind of heartache. Please, I am really clinging onto you guys now, I need to revive my faith and get back on the right track.

I want to start my new year with something that brings smile to my face, and not with something that leaves me dejected and wondering.

Anything, please…. (You must know I am desperate, if only to read something good.)

 

A year older! A year wiser?

Yesterday, I turned a year older, or to say a year wiser?

Any which ways this specific day has always been overwhelming to me, not only in positive circumstances but otherwise too.

This day, I realise sometimes my importance in other’s life. I know how much they mean to me and I make it clear too, in some way or the other but I get to know my significance on this day. (There are a lot of other reasons other than wishing me for my birthday)

It’s not about wishing me a “happy birthday”, it is after all just my birthday. But it is about just remembering me. There were many people who did forget me, and did make me a little uncomfortable, made me wonder as to why was I losing people year after year.

I just realised yesterday that I always say that I am searching myself, but in that quest I am also losing people. That is the price I am paying.

Anyways, this post isn’t about them, it is about those lovely souls who made my day “magical”. 😉

And I could not believe my eyes when those warm wishes touched my heart. Yes, my friends and family did wish me, but there was an unexpected turn when wishes from the virtual world came pouring in.

First off, dear Elizabeth, thanks a lot for your warm wishes here, the messages and the tweets, it did mean a lot to me. You basically wished me at every possible virtual place, not to forget your virtual hug and that LOUD singing of the birthday song. Your voice isn’t that bad, you know.

Then there were unexpected tweets from fellow bloggers kalyan and shivam. Thank you both of you for those lovely wishes.

Had it been a year before now, I wouldn’t have believed that I’d have virtual friends, that too such lovely people.

Apart from this, you know what I loved? Bhavna, a special friend of mine, she made me feel so special, I just love her a lot. And yes, one more thing, Mr. Yadu, he wrote me such a wonderful poem, I couldn’t believe my eyes, staring at that message. Thanks a ton for that too! I mean, a poem? For me? Oh my god!!

There were a lot of things that I could go on thanking for, but I don’t want to make it a thank you note. So I’ll stop here.

But I need to say one more thing, the thing that has made me even happier, the best thing that happened to me last week apart from the poem of course! So all week long, I kept getting packets from a courier company; and you know what it revealed? What it had hidden beneath?

Books! Novels!

What could just make it any better? It counted to a total of 16 books!!!!! The last package delivered to me yesterday, containing 7 books.

And I am just so happy now, what other gift could have been better for me?

So may be a little wiser after all.

Rummaging through the depths of the books

Sauntering through the streets, breathing in the sea breeze, I bumped into a book fare selling books by weight and I pulled my friend inside the hall, cancelling all other plans of movies and dinners. Just the mere whiff of the read pages, innumerable books stacked exquisitely got me oscillated which led me pulling out books one after the other until my basket was literally overflowing and I couldn’t drag it any longer. I was overjoyed with my new books, some of which I hadn’t even heard of but was excited to discover the new ones when my friend mentioned, “Mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise log kitanbe nahin but in kitanbon me khud ko dhund te hain.”

Translating it literally, “I feel the people aren’t finding books here but are trying to find themselves in the depths of these books.”

And all the while later I kept thinking how deep he had thought. Isn’t it true that we try to find ourselves in the books that we read?