Friday, 18 December 2009

*Touchwood*

Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.
--Edward Cullen (New Moon)


So, most of the time, the average human cribs & desires more & more & more... till, wait, there is no till... just the greed for evermore. There are, however, a time (and I am not saying that everyone goes through it, but some of us are lucky) when all that you have is just perfect.

*touchwood*

So, you have it all. Not more, not less. Just perfect. You don't want this career path to get messed up (I really wanted to say "screwed" but yeah...), you don't want the vacation of life to end, you don't want this security to go away, you don't want that Smile to stop...

And one'd think that all this bliss is surrounded by a non-stop feeling of...well, bliss. Only it's not. There is this part of you that is constantly on its guard, lest it all go away. And that's a scary feeling: thinking that it might all go away. The feeling of despair. The lurking feeling that this must not stop. Or I'd die. Or so I feel.

So, I pray to God that this moment stays. For eternity. Or get better. :D
Amen.

Monday, 14 December 2009

List Of Books I Have To Have Before 2009 Ends


  1. The Wide Sargasso Sea (Jean Rhyss)
  2. The Citadel (A.J. Cronin) [with the particular cover given in the inset of this post... I know, I'm strange, what can I do?]
  3. The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton) [and not Camus]
  4. The Second Sex (Simone de Beauvior)
  5. The Motorcycle Diaries (Che Guevara)


Yes, so I've named five as I do not want to be too ambitious. No book store in the whole of Khan Market had a copy of The Citadel, which is weired. Also, none of them (including Full Circle) had heard of The Outsiders by Hinton. They kept on insisting on making me buy the one by Albert Camus (incidentally, the book's name is not even the same as its The Outsider). So, Oxford Bookstore, here I come. I hope I find it there, or I'll be searching in Mumbai.