Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Shadow of the Wind- Part 1
There was a time when I prided myself on my speed reading. I could read books in hours now I will be glad if I can read two pages a day. Due to this inability of reading time and me to co-exist for more than thirty minutes I tend to leave many books half way through. I just don’t have the patience to sit down through descriptions and emotions that move beyond a paragraph. Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon is one of the few books that have survived the fate of being discarded midway. My initial exuberant reactions to it still continue despite cheating by reading the last chapters after the first two held me enthralled. I know the story and I have still not abandoned the book cause I just want to see how it unfolds- this is a good sign!
A more expanded review will follow.
Monday, 10 September 2012
I found my voice…..and am ready to lose it again.
Yesterday I did what I have never done. I crossed a boundary that I have never breached and it started with a face. It was a face that sat on a nerve.
The nerve was my neighbor’s and the face was my maid’s. Doesn’t it sound irrelevant but I tell you it had the immense potential of a displaced stone that starts a mountain shattering landslide. To fill in the details of this irrelevant cause, my neighbor yelled I apologized and hoped for a better day. The yell turned into a sullen sulk. Then I thought Dalai Lama and compassion and ‘love thy neighbor’ and lots of positivity; and said hello again. Louise Hay didn’t work.
I was again stuck out in the cold. Now I was hounded by complaints, my behavior was termed arrogant and it seemed my furniture creaked at the wrong times disturbing my neighbor’s peace of mind. I was called to account and badgered into a corner. It was then that I shocked myself.
An astoundingly loud, immense roar became my voice. It stunned public eardrums and completely shook me up inside out. Now that voice has gone back into hibernation cave yet I know it exists and it makes me fearless and fearful at the same time. All because of a face that sat on a nerve.
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