Aaahh! the books... lovely, all of them. The dreamy pseudo reality, the infused nostalgia on a rainy afternoon and the smell of moulds in each folds... the welcoming next-page awaits.. another possibility.. another new information.. glimpse to a new life, new place. different thought, different characters.. some great beginnings and ever greater ends.
The old classics that make me feel like a princess waiting for the ever-cliched Prince Charming, the damsel-in-distress rescued by my coveted knight.. the cliffy coastal European sea sides and the long wait for a letter from a distant lover, soldier-at-war, by the lavender gardens (far far far away from the ever-changing-all-consuming powerful technology aka iphone/ ipad/ mobile/ TV etc... mind it!)
The hard cover new books, spunky Front cover with digitised embossing and glossy prints, shiny plastic finish.. cutting edge story line, fresh swavvy English and to-the-point writing style.. makes me wanna live in a ever bustling city like New York City or Hong Kong or Dubai.. with a top-notch apartment in the city-centre.. with all new age gadgets feeding me with information of every minute as-it-happens, round the world! The spy life.. the CIA and the Feds, the famous 007/ Ethan Hunt/ Alex cross lifestyle... liquor on the rocks and gun-on-the-sleeve (or shall I say.. gun-in-the-tights) lifestyle.
The nomad soul.. travel blogging books, transcends me to various parts of this wide-wide-world where the taste smell and sounds so unfamiliar that it makes me yearn for my cosy home in the backyards of eastern India.
If only the whole of existence was just a personification of accumulated stories from a library, old and new.The tears narrated, softly felt.. the adversities, only in ink on a wood pulped paper.. the sacrifices not manifested and the laughter gently acknowledged. Read too much and actually I feel the effect taking over my senses. The overwhelming sensation of I-am-an-observer sets in and everything seems to be out of well written first-person-detailed-narration script. A dreamer's paradise.. I call it the story-telling-effect :-)
Until next time...
