The Kite Runner

After a long time, my literary journey embarked on a literary piece and i am referring to acclaimed prize winning masterpiece by Khaled Hosseini- The Kiterunner. I clearly remember that i had taken up reading this book few years back but couldn’t culminate due to my educational pursuits.

One book which i couldn’t wait to finish, to see what the journey of subject looks like. This novel brings out the best form of guilt and self revelation, which every one of hides inside. Some selfishness that stays inside each of us and obstructs us from bringing out, our true self. The feeling of remorse which kills the tranquillity within and then the heart rending desire to settle it out in favour of other- to prove to our own self that we are not cowards of the first order. The book has been woven very well in a plot where every person has an important part to play and beautiful message to give. Chance meetings with people, who help us believe that the world and its pawns are not as bad as they are portrayed to be. All in all a good juice for the thought and heart. Loved the simplicity of the book and literary usage.

Aller Retour

“Once you loose someone, its never exactly the same person who comes back”- doesn’t each one of us believe it to be true?

I have seen this happen on many occasions. While this may not be true for some of your extremely intimate friends and their nature but it is more to do with the circumstances. Things around change so much in a fraction of second that what you took for granted becomes a new truth to unfold. Life is nothing but change, one small thing can bring an exponential impact on something else, which we never thought of and once we go into the mode of reconciliation- we find that there is actually nothing to look back. What was the highlight earlier, now becomes a fading star, the person has distanced himself/herself and to such an extent that there is no scope of going back. Sad but true!

Nothing to Say and Write

I am at a loss of words today and have been the same for quite some time now. Thoughts too many but all cluttered. Not sure what is right. Earlier i used to write when there were many points to ponder but today, it’s unsure. Words don’t come even though emotions are multiple. Is it paucity of time or death of capability- i am again unsure? Life is at a juncture where nothing is settled, and everything seems to be getting off the track. Struggle is ample but now i want some sense of utopia and solace. Have tested myself to limits in most of the things but now wish to slow down and enjoy!!