books. 

When buying new books, was your addiction 
Reading new books was pure joy

Smelling new books made your whole day

When did that change? 

Reading books is a task now

I am ashamed. 

Picking up a new book, 

Liking it

Reading it

And being obsessed with it

I miss that

I miss the book lover in me

She starved?

I starved her to death?

I’m scared. 

Going to second hand books stores

Returning with more books than I can carry

That happiness

That happiness brought on by buying cheap good books

When did that change? 

Who do I blame? 

Queen that rules my life-Time?  

Or my best friend-laziness? 

I am disappoi-

Oh, is that a new book by (x author)? 

Oooh, can i borrow it? 

Well, 

What can I say- 

Book lovers don’t really change, 

They’re just waiting for the right book. 

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About 14.04.2016

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This is super cute, ah.
‘Vishu’. Its a cultural festival in India celebrated mainly by Keralites. It signifies the beginning of a new year. Bursting crackers, getting ‘vishukaineetam’- basically money from elders and so on.
So much fun.
In my 18 years I’ve never burst crackers or had any authentic vishu celebrations because I was in an Arab country.
But this year,2016, marked a new year for me.
I burst crackers for nearly 2 hours. Various kinds of them infact. Such a lovely day of laughter and joy. The greatest moment though, was when the person who taught us all the meaning of vishu and most importantly,  how to correctly light up crackers, persuaded by all of us, lit a cracker for herself after a really really long time. It really makes you wonder doesn’t it?
Somethings don’t change. Crackers made her happy then, they make her happy now.
Maybe traditions aren’t such a bad thing after all, is it?

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