notes to myself 9

I have started reading Such A Long Journey by Rohinton Mistry.

And Its a nice feeling to be holding his book. I read A Fine Balance long ago and It was a wonderful experience. I felt comforted. I felt like I was in safe hands. 

And I get the same feeling when I hold Such A Long Journey in my hands. It gives me some hope that while I am reading that book, life will be okay. I don't have to worry about feelings that go unexpressed, about sentences that go astray, about syntax and punctuation marks that go amiss. 

I know that I am spending time with the work of a master craftsman. His characters are absolutely human, real.
I know that I can relax while I am reading this book. He is so thoroughly engaging that I get transported to his world.
I try to fall asleep with the book on my chest. 

Hoping that my dreams won't wake me up. 

This book is my safe house. My comfort zone. My own little oasis. 

Otherwise, I am lost. 

I am scared to let my thoughts wander. 

I have this heavy feeling in my head that simply doesn't go away. 

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I read from end to end this blog titled Sepian Shores. I had stumbled on it ages back and had blogrolled it. 

It was a nice read. It felt like I had hung out with this person over a cuppa coffee. The blog is something of a personal diary. Sepian Shores, this girl, she is about 28-29, writes once in a while about the ups and downs in her life and she makes it a point to smile through all of them. She takes pleasure in little things of life like coffee, and badminton and food... 

There was something special about the blog. 

Thank you, sepian shores.
You made my evening brighter.