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Today I re-read this article about dating 'a girl who reads' that I had read a year earlier. I present an excerpt from the article; it's a lovely message that only lovers of book lovers will understand thoroughly.
"If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are."
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a sad note, Achebe's grim novel was slightly upstaged by Ephron's breezy essays about living in the most vibrant city in the world, the woes of 'maintenance' by manicures and blow drys in case one runs into an ex-lover, the stages of parenting etc made me smile more and she won my heart with the sentence 'Sometimes I think that not having to worry about your hair anymore is the secret upside of death.'
This weekend I bought three books from Flipkart: Italo Calvino's 'If On A Winter's Night A Traveller', Dorothy Parker's 'Complete Stories' and Julio Cortazar's 'Blow Up: And Other Stories'. I also got Gillian Flynn's 'Gone Girl' and David Mitchell's 'Cloud Atlas' on by e-book reader. I am reading Calvino this week because his imaginative novel makes me, the reader, the protagonist!
I make sure to indulge in something sinfully good every week; sometimes it's poetry by Whitman or Cummings, sometimes it's a dark chocolate ice-cream, last week it was browsing online for Pre-Raphealite art by my favorites Dante Gabriel Rossetti, John Everett Millais, Edward Burne-Jones and John William Waterhouse. I devoured these paintings for hours till I fantasized being Jane Morris with the long honey-coloured curtain of hair and that proud nose and those sensual lips. I was mesmerized by the warm greens and mellow golds in their paintings.
One of my favorite paintings is by an associate of the Pre-Raphaelite brotherhood, Sir Frederick Leighton; I had an acute case of Stendhal Syndrome when I first saw his 'Flaming June'.
Birthdays make me delirious with joy, they are highly over-rated in my world. I become excited on New Year's Day for my birthday in November! I expect the world to stop spinning for a moment on my birthday to acknowledge its significance in my life. I blame it on my parents. Growing up, birthdays were the most coveted and lavishly celebrated events in an otherwise commonplace childhood in a small town. There were more than five hundred guests, I repeat, five bloody hundred guests on each of my birthdays till I decided I was too grown up to wear a party hat and cut a cake while standing under a tuft of balloons. I missed the mountain of gifts though. I continued celebrating birthdays that ranged from a rowdy get-together of friends with mock stripteases and dangerous truths to quiet dinners with family and a temple visit in the morning. Birthdays rule my life and birthday cynics turn me off. I make sure I don't let the birthdays of my loved ones be just an ordinary day; I am worse than Leslie Knope of Parks and Recreations determined to celebrate Ron Swanson's birthday. That's why the news that this years AIIMS post graduate entrance exam is scheduled for the day after my birthday has caused such an emotional upheaval in my life! I don't want to study on my birthday, but that's what I'd probably wind up doing instead of all the good stuff I'd imagined, one of which included a leisurely lunch with my girlfriends who would coincidentally all be in town this November.
But God is kind, and he soothed my bruised heart with a news that made my heart do joyful somersaults. My oldest and 'best-est' (yes, I use this word) friend is planning to tie the knot next year and I feel so happy for her and the 'best-est' (again!) guy in the world that she has chosen to spend her life with (I told her just now that I am officially in love with him too after hearing about his romantic gestures and old-world, Victorian era gentlemanly concern for her which is so hard to come by nowadays. He is Mr.Darcy or 'non blind' Mr.Rochester!).
I will watch a movie now, In The Mood For Love.