This diwali, back at home, among the last of cousins left connected said something very interesting. That they all resented me because all their parents made an example of me and my reading to scold my cousins for not being enough like "Manu dada" (that's me silly). I was so grinning at that crib :D
And then, I rediscovered these long-lost books. And you know, I almost verbatim remembered all of those - including the song - Billi ke Bachche! Everyone was amazed but I was just... well, pensive!
I used to spend all my time reading books. In fact, that was, sort of, my superpower - that I have read every book in every home and often, multiple times.
And then, the same me, today. I barely read the books and even when I do, barely finish them. Yes, a lot of reading has shifted online and perhaps, I read more voraciously. But then, just sitting with those books and with not a single concern in life except finishing that book, just to embark on the next one!
The paradise is lost perhaps but the optimist in me says, the paradise regained will be written soon!
