Contemplation

Joy of Reading

Un livre est une fenêtre par laquelle on s’évade
(A book is a window through which it escapes)
~ Julien Green

A Kalamkari inspiration… The joy of reading comes from within. My imagination can run places… When it combines with powerful language, it would become a wild horse too tough to tame. I read Metamorphosis by Kafka late in the night before sleeping and was deeply worried next day to open my eyes. After touching my back and sides to prove myself that I’ve neither developed hideous shell nor numerous legs, I opened my eyes with glee. I somehow couldn’t get rid of the formaldehyde smell after reading a short story by Marquez about a dead body. I begged Amma to join me for a walk around 10 in the night simply to get rid of that. There were numerous such instances… one bad habit that I’m trying to get rid is to stop the story in between and try to guess the flow of story. I end up spoiling the story for myself but have the pleasure of guessing the flow right. The joy of reading comes from within…

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