The rains are here again. The slushy mud and the ladies scampering around always reminds me of Esther Rosa from Bashevis' Needle. Actually, I like playing Esther Rosa and imagine myself doing that most lady-like hop in the smallest puddles. But most of the time, when I am sane I stay tugged in with a book and a coffee (there is no better combination in the world,I guess). I proudly look at the shelf filled with books, books gifted to me by people close to me; books bought saving meager sum from my salary; books borrowed from friends and forgotten to return( these books actually poke me from the shelf filling me with guilty conscience).
There was time, the tear-jerker soaps filled my time and those were the most impossible days of my life. Television times are always filled with tussle for the channel and the remote. So I lost the long battle for the ownership of the remote when I got married. But I think my foray into the world of books got deeper after that.
My interest in books started as early as the time before I started school. My aunt owned a book shop, I spent most of my days in their shop. When I went back home she would fill my bags with comics. I never slept without my comics. I would flip through the pages just to get into the flashy pictures. Then as I started identifying letters and words, I started actually reading them. Tinkle comics were the earliest. Followed by Casper the friendly ghost and Wendy the witch's comics. When I reached class five, the letter I had written to uncle Pai(Anant Pai but better known as uncle pai) of Tinkle comics and Amar Chitha Kathas, featured in one of the issues in the Reader's write column. I guess when I showed that to my entry to my parents they knew my interest in books was real. So after that they never denied whenever I wanted to go to my Aunt's place for vacation.
Archie's world followed. I liked playing Betty Cooper with her head and heart character. Slowly I crept into Photo Romance and Blue Jeans. I guess I was aging normally. However, the thick books frightened me with their size. So I tried a thick book only when I reached class six. I read my first Sidney Sheldon. BLOODLINE. It was difficult yet I managed to finish it.
After that I took the thicker ones away for good and entered Nancy Drew's mystery stories. It had me ensnared so much so that one day, engrossed in following Nancy Drew with her mystery I had gorged on two kilograms of mango (Yech! I hate mangoes now) when I finished the book by the end of the day.
Somehow Mills&Boons never got into my system. During high school, I found many of my friends totally into it but it failed to leave its mark on my shelf. Then started Danielle Steel and Sidney Sheldon days.
Today I am a big Nicholas Sparks' fan. I feel proud to announce that I read all his books and I'm waiting for his THE BEST OF ME to come out in October this year.
My book shelf is a filled with an assortment of Dan Brown( although I didn't like his last book THE LOST SYMBOL as much as DA VINCI CODE, ANGELS AND DEMONS and DECEPTION POINT), Vikas Swaroop( people who loved his slumdog millionaire will simply find his other book SIX SUSPECTS far more captivating if you are into Bollywood and its happenings), Paulo Coelho(smitten by THE ALCHEMIST I bought all his books), Cheten Bhagat( all four are worth having in your shelf) and not to forget my much loved Nicholas sparks' books.
Someday I dare to dream.......If I own a house, it would definitely have a big room on the east side wing of the house for me and my books( THIS IS A SILLY DREAM). But till then I've to continue being tugged in the warm embrace of my rented apartment, for home is where my books are to me now.
There was time, the tear-jerker soaps filled my time and those were the most impossible days of my life. Television times are always filled with tussle for the channel and the remote. So I lost the long battle for the ownership of the remote when I got married. But I think my foray into the world of books got deeper after that.
My interest in books started as early as the time before I started school. My aunt owned a book shop, I spent most of my days in their shop. When I went back home she would fill my bags with comics. I never slept without my comics. I would flip through the pages just to get into the flashy pictures. Then as I started identifying letters and words, I started actually reading them. Tinkle comics were the earliest. Followed by Casper the friendly ghost and Wendy the witch's comics. When I reached class five, the letter I had written to uncle Pai(Anant Pai but better known as uncle pai) of Tinkle comics and Amar Chitha Kathas, featured in one of the issues in the Reader's write column. I guess when I showed that to my entry to my parents they knew my interest in books was real. So after that they never denied whenever I wanted to go to my Aunt's place for vacation.
Archie's world followed. I liked playing Betty Cooper with her head and heart character. Slowly I crept into Photo Romance and Blue Jeans. I guess I was aging normally. However, the thick books frightened me with their size. So I tried a thick book only when I reached class six. I read my first Sidney Sheldon. BLOODLINE. It was difficult yet I managed to finish it.
After that I took the thicker ones away for good and entered Nancy Drew's mystery stories. It had me ensnared so much so that one day, engrossed in following Nancy Drew with her mystery I had gorged on two kilograms of mango (Yech! I hate mangoes now) when I finished the book by the end of the day.
Somehow Mills&Boons never got into my system. During high school, I found many of my friends totally into it but it failed to leave its mark on my shelf. Then started Danielle Steel and Sidney Sheldon days.
Today I am a big Nicholas Sparks' fan. I feel proud to announce that I read all his books and I'm waiting for his THE BEST OF ME to come out in October this year.
My book shelf is a filled with an assortment of Dan Brown( although I didn't like his last book THE LOST SYMBOL as much as DA VINCI CODE, ANGELS AND DEMONS and DECEPTION POINT), Vikas Swaroop( people who loved his slumdog millionaire will simply find his other book SIX SUSPECTS far more captivating if you are into Bollywood and its happenings), Paulo Coelho(smitten by THE ALCHEMIST I bought all his books), Cheten Bhagat( all four are worth having in your shelf) and not to forget my much loved Nicholas sparks' books.
Someday I dare to dream.......If I own a house, it would definitely have a big room on the east side wing of the house for me and my books( THIS IS A SILLY DREAM). But till then I've to continue being tugged in the warm embrace of my rented apartment, for home is where my books are to me now.
Nice heart for a nice words
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