Book Habits!

Hey there, sorry I could not return your book as I had to quit on short notice.Hope you don’t mind.Will get one when we meet back ”  said one of my friends who didn’t bother to return the precious copy of one of my favourites book.

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“Here is your book, it was a beautiful story.I know, I took ages to read it.”She handed my book which was damp, moulded, dog-eared and had loose pages. I cried a little in my heart when my colleague returned my book after months of reading.

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That was the last straw in lending my books to anyone.Whenever in any conversation topics like favourite books, authors, quotes etc pops up I keep mum, though I have this urge to dig all the details about the same.Most of the folks who proclaim they read are not serious.Some among those serious readers don’t have the minimum-book-manners aka, keeping the book neat and tidy.As I can never say a lie and not lend a book I have with me and I am afraid to loose another favourite book or get a damaged one, I choose to ignore the conversation.

I maintain a very high set of standards when I buy a book.I never write anything on any book I buy, No, not even my name or date as some people do.I have this weird idea is that my book must be as fresh and new as it can be, always !!.This habit of mine has caused me a number of books I had lent over the years as I could not prove it to be mine.Another thing is that I never dog-ear any of my books.I tried keeping bookmarks but they could not keep up from being lost or pulled away.Instead, I memorise the page number before closing the book.And that gives me an extra thrill :D. A habit of mine is that when I read, I don’t open the book fully.I feel guilty that my opening up of the book completely might hurt the pages! Weird I know!!

Now, with the advent of Kindle, I am happy that none of my above worries will materialise, but somehow I miss the touch and a sense of completeness a hardcover or a paperback provides you with. Sigh!!

 

 

Soul Murmurs

How do you do that? “, she asked him in wonder.

Do what?“,he looked at her quizzingly.

You just said what I was about to say, the exact same words“, she exclaimed!!

Oh that!!.Don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.

He then adjusted his voice and told me “I have this powerful weapon with me to make a connection with the soul of the every person I meet.It’s not their thoughts in the head or the words of their heart but the real murmur of the soul.” His charming laughter broke my thoughts.

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I am not ready, yet“, he said.

At that moment she knew, she had lost him forever.

No, please don’t.Those are not the words my soul is trying to tell you.”,she murmured.

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So ? ” she asked.

I think, no… I know, I have been a stupid to listen to my ego than my soul when it told me to hold on to you.Though I boasted about making a connection to people’s soul’s I could not connect to my own.I am sorry….I really am“, he said apologetically.

Oh that’s okay, it happens“.She dismissed him.

She wondered if he could hear her soul now, after all these years…

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In response to the  Friday Reflections: “The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever.”
― Carroll Bryant

 

Thursday Thoughts

It has been quite some time since I had peeped into my nook here in blog world.After many ups and downs in recent months, today I am totally changed, as a person.I decided to start taking baby steps to grow the blog, because it’s the space I missed the most and share things that I love and admire and dislike as well. So wish me luck!! 🙂

Before you leave for the day here are some of the links from the web, enjoy…

  • This inspiring TEDTalk 🙂

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Nepenthe…

“From the pricks of needles to bottles of alcohol to swirls of smokes, nothing could take the pain of missing you from me until a day when I noticed your smile in her’s, your laughter in her’s, your dimples in her’s, your anger in her’s and your memories in her eyes.”

Our daughter has become my nepenthe…

A missing part…

          “No matter, how much ever I try to affix the piece of me, you had returned there is always a missing part….a lacuna, an iota of me which springs to life on your memories and dies away in a despair, ironically at the same moment.”

                     ***

Irusu

At the end of long and tiring day
I hustle to my home happily engrossed
On the looming long holidays

Grabbing some greens and red wine
And some books and classics
I reached the door of my heaven

Owning the entire home
With all of the roommates away
The extrovert in me came to life

I kicked my shoes and threw my shopping bags
With my favorite music on, I poured me a glass of wine
All the while I run high of bibliosmia

It was then, I heard the knock
Another one, yet again!
I keep calm while pondering

Would my flung shoe giveaway?
Or the volume of the music giveaway?
Is my weekend all gone?

I pretend not to hear the knocks
I hope and wait for it to go
Am I a coward or just lazy?

I peek through the curtains
And saw the girl upstairs
Just hurry away!! 🙂

Too much for being an Irusu ??

Because I am happy

I see the clock showed that I am up before my alarm
and not that I lost my hour of sleep

I see the dancing dust in glittering sun rays
and not my dusty room which needs a clean up

I see the messages “Happy Birthday” from my dear ones
and not the faked reminders from social media

I see I have time to be lazy, read a book and have a coffee
and not needing to rush to my office

I see the yellow Maggi packet tucked away in the shelf
and not the empty fridge with my grumbling stomach

I see my new floral skirt to wear for office today
and not the loaded up dirty clothes in the machine

I see the quick drizzle end with the rainbow
and not my new floral skirt dripping wet

I see  all my friends for a quick cup of coffee
and not the usual cordial running away with one

I see the finally working prototype
and not the lines of code I have to write to make it working

I see  I have closed more bugs than another day
and not the piling up ones

I see I have time to eat my golgappas
and not the missed bus by minutes

I see I have a choice to give away a few of them
and not the begging hands of little children

I see I have hope for another beautiful day
and its because I am happy and I choose to be so 🙂