A girl thinking - on reading, effortless writing and stories we hear
A girl thinking When I read, it is like being a voyeur. Bearing witness to someone’s deepest fears, overwhelming emotions, untold miseries, memories held dear, and secrets long buried. It is for a few hours that I wear their skin, reside in their world, see through their eyes and feel through their words on the page. It is almost reimagining a different life. And many a times it makes me think – my own life, rethink my views, revisit my old memories. On Earth We are Briefly Gorgeous - I thought of my grandfather while reading about Little Dog and his white grandfather Paul. That time when we traveled to Nayagarh in the night bus from Rayagada, few months after the birth of my sister. I had some school holidays – durga puja vacations perhaps – so elders suggested I enjoy my vacation with cousins at Nayagarh, while my mother could rest awhile after her delivery with one less person to care after. I had munched fryums, sev, and coca cola, deliriously happy travelling without my parents, ...
