A book is like a puzzle. It is the treasure trove of the writers thoughts and ideas.. Only we have to look within to find the key to this treasure.. And reading is the journey through this maze.. If one doesn’t stop to find the right key.. one has failed the author.. may be failed the book. The book that makes us do this self introspection despite us.. is the book to be celebrated..
Reading is not just a habit acquired.. it is the curiosity to know more.. One can read the same book again and find different interpretations.. for well the road might be the same.. but the journey is always different.. always unique.. thats the reason why we keep reading the same book again..
Currently reading “Snow” by Orhan Pamuk.. Its poetry in itself.. The first thing I noticed while reading this book was the expression “The silence of the snow” what a commonplace but beautiful expression.. As I went through the first chapter I got this thought in my mind .. that ‘ poetry comes through the silence.. words.. come through the silence.. if it didn’t we wouldnt cherish them so much’.. umm may be nothing elnlighting or anything.. but still it feels good to be thinking while I am reading.. I have not yet finished reading it yet.. only one funny thought.. in the story the character writes atleast 10 poems.. and yet not one line of poetry is included in the text.. What a shame!
And one more thing.. why is it that god exists or doesnt exist should be so important ? We exist.. and that should be enough truth to live with right ?
Umm the rest.. will be expressed in the actual review ..