I was in Odyssey, Chennai this morning, snuggled happily between the pages of a book – when a little kid, probably 10 or 11 years old zoomed past me squealing “Where do I find Harry Potter?”.
I looked up at him and found myself instinctively, leading him to the book. I found myself unabashedly watching the awe on his face as he delved into it’s story sitting next to me. I found myself happily relishing the delight of his smile as he discovered that realm of reality I’ve forever been in love with. And, in those few magical moments I found myself going back in time, reliving the joy I experienced when I first got my hands on this magnificent, magnificent treasure that’s grown to become an inseparable part of my world.
Some joys certainly, are unparalleled. Ain’t they?
They don’t demand, they don’t complain,
You find yourself turning to them for solace, for answers, when you’re in pain,
Good, bad or ugly, they stay with you for everything you are,
They help you heal your every wound, your every scar,
Bitch about, bicker with or betray, they’d never let you go, you’ll always find them by your side,
Books – they truly are your best friends; with them, there are no conditions applied!
To her, freedom didn’t mean the right to raise her voice,
It didn’t mean the privilege to wear her choice,
It didn’t mean traveling around the world – living in, its every corner and nook,
All it only ever meant, was snuggling in, to her book –
For, it gave her what the rest of the world couldn’t – it brought her alive, it set her imagination on fire,
It gave her heart all the contentment it would ever desire,
By the window sill she sits, undisturbed, unscathed,
From the rest of the world, willingly detached,
Breathing in its scent, its story,
Relishing every plot it cooks, to glory.
Since this post is about 10 “things”, I am excluding the five elements and the people I can’t live without. Moving on.
- My cellphone. Plainly for the numbers of the people I need to be in touch with.
- My ear phones. Can’t do without music, and can’t listen to it loud. Just for my ears, my music.
- My wallet. I’d need money if I’m required to survive, right?
- My diary. I’m extremely absent minded and I need to keep a record of everything I’ve done and I am required to do.
- My to-do list for the day. Keep is good, I know, but I’m old school like that. I’d like to cross off things I’ve finished and I get glad each time I do it.
- My bookshelves with the books in them. I lock myself up in my room most of the time I’m home so my books give me the company I yearn for.
- My PC. For all the data I’ve stored in it and, for watching them, the movies.
- Harry Potter. I know I’ve included books above, in my list, but, Harry Potter occupies a significant position in my life. I couldn’t have done without it.
- My watch. It ain’t expensive and all, but I can’t not wear it. It’s an important, inseparable possession by habit.
- My WordPress account – app included. I know it sounds cheesy but over the past 2 years I’ve gotten attached to blogging and I now can’t imagine my life without it.
That’s about it, for now…
My childhood has always got to do with books – buying them, reading them, hoarding them. That’s how pretty much my life has always been. Even the tiniest nuances of my life will have a lifetime of memories about books etched in them. But lemme tell you how it all began – my love for books.
Diwali is a festival of lights. And crackers. And, crackers scare the daylights out of me. All the time. I discovered this at a very young age of 3. So, my dad, from then on, decided there’d be no crackers in the house. So for each Diwali, since then, my dad would take us (me and my sister) out, to buy books for the amount that’d have been set apart for the crackers. We’d both happily choose the books we wanted to read, get them gift wrapped and on Diwali, open them and begin reading them. Thus, it became a customary ritual which I’d look forward to, happily and eagerly, each Diwali.
Like every other year, 2016 also has had its ups and downs, but what’s going to make things better is the fact that we are going to focus plainly on what’s been good this year and take it forward to the next.
I am sharing here a few memorable events of mine, of 2016 with the hope to double the joy in the coming year and to cherish what I have, forever.
- I met a few of my idols this year – people who I look up to, and derive inspiration from. 💖
- I got around to co-authoring a book with the amazing Mr. Shashi Tharoor with a few other creative people.💝
- I completed 2 whole years at work 💃
- I published my poetry. (Yayayayayyyyy!!) You can buy my books here – on Amazon and pothi.com
That pretty much sums up the best things that happened to me this year.
And here’s wishing all of us lots of hope, sunshine, happiness and success in the coming year.
Let’s look forward to a new 2017, to good will, to beautiful moments and to positivity.
Cheers to a new beginning!
This one is easy.
Finding my place.
So, one place that has been prominent in bringing out the best in me, in helping me grow, in shaping me up, is the library. Or any place with books actually. They give me a sense of belonging like no other. Books are my best friends and my go-to, every time I’m stuck, happy or sad. They tell me what I exactly want to hear. They answer all my questions, know what I want to know. They have this subtle way of transporting me to a place that keeps me in solace. They help me up every time I fall and listen to me whenever I mop. They don’t complain. They don’t demand. They have no expectations either. They just accept me for who I am and love me back too. They stick with me no matter what, no matter when. To me, no place is more beautiful and peaceful than a place with books – which is why I have them stocked wherever I live.