Lost in a different world!!

Okay am not day dreaming, I am just reading a BOOK.

I normally start reading a book with a fresh mind and only when the rare hour of "I don't feel LAZY anymore" coincides. I also prefer the Not so Serious books that are on the SLIM side. That sums up my literary choice. But once in a blue moon something good happens.

Whenever I talk about books I can only remember a piece of prose that was given in an exam for interpretation. It was in class 9 and I do not remember the exact words. I ended up thinking that it was a write up in Friendship as the lines hinted so. Like a puzzle the words were silent about the subject but kept adding wonderful descriptions about it's / his nature. Like it was a person by itself. Something on lines like takes you far away places, teaches you many things, is your best companion etc etc. I was always bad with puzzles.

Its rainy in Bangalore. No downpours yet but just an perpetually overcast sky that threatens to open up any moment. But like a dog with all bark and no bite it just drizzles and frizzles around here. With that said, the dim lights and cool breeze have all the makings of a lazy afternoon nap.

Thus the scene. A book that has been untouched on my table for months together which finally got pulled out on rainy day and which managed to make me change my ways.

Yes, it was late in the evening after I had napped a while. It was a boring evening with rain clouds waiting outside. It was also a dark evening with sun hiding in the sky. And then it happened.

If I had to praise this book, I'd be out of words. From the first word it had me hooked. On my first sitting, between all my work and breaks I skimmed through the first chapter. It plagued my mind all night and it stopped only when I resumed reading the next day.

As I flipped through the pages, word after word, I found myself lost in it's world. Though I was sitting at home, the visuals of the lone pomegranate tree atop a inverted bowl like hill, smell of freshly baked NAANs, finger cuts from the glass coated kite flying threads seemed REAL. I could see Hassan and Amir in flesh and blood.

As I addictively scour the pages wishing their company to last, I am also equally amazed at how beautifully a story has been told. I only wish if I could something half as good.

The Kite Runner.

I know I am very late at reading this but it's said " better late than never."