So it’s spring now,and supposedly nice and beautiful. But over here it is all about haze, heat, overheat, dry spell,heatstroke and fever.
I’m not talking about the gloom we are in now. Not the weather. Sorry El Nino. Prayers goes to Brussels. Like every other normal human being, I hate attacks of any kind on fellow human beings. At public places. Revenge and other idiotic plans. But I won’t talk more about the atrocities and give credit to them.
I seek refuge in my books, and reading. Initially planning to go slow; one book /month but the pace has been picking up now, possibly with all the things happening around, I just bury my head deeper and deeper into my books,into another world, far far away.
So finally, I have started on The Girl On The Train, by Paula Hawkins.
Honestly, I do not know what took me this long to start reading it,but yeah, I do that. I keep them, savour them, for the right time, the moment, as if fighting the temptation to give in, and then devour it like a beast, with full of passion, relishing each and every word,living in them, let them engulf me completely. To be lost in them.
That’s where I am right now. Lost in them.