“human being could be alive for years and
years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and
feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant,
become absent, invisible.”
It’s been a day or two, I
started with Jhumpa Lahiri’s “Unaccustomed Earth” amidst the busy schedule.
Devouring over 120 pages, the detailing with which she has struck the thought
process at certain places goes fabulous.
Years back, when loneliness took me by
hand to acquaint with it's close relative known as depression; books were all what I could place trust in. They were everything
that pacified my soul next after my family. Though depression was so kind to me in the initial days, he started showing up the true colors that each and every prestigious person who are close to him, should sense.
Writing came up that way, when suppression too came along with me. Ever since, reading has been an inseparable companion who promised would part with me only when I leave the last breath.
Looking forward for the remaining pages to unveil more .......
Everything in life happens for a reason!
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