Reading is not just one task. We get to know many new things, roam in strange places that we never knew existed, taste yummy cuisines from all around the world and meet people who are way more interesting than the real people in our lives.
I know I sound crazy but I wanted to put my reading aside just for a little while and indulge myself in some coffee before I pick my next book. I’ve been on a marathon reading lately. I read some books that are to be released later this year, some books that are just released, some books from the early and late 19th century and some classics. I almost read a book a week.
During this reading, I felt a sudden emptiness in my mind. Sometimes, I was reading, my eyes would run along the letters but I failed to register the meaning or the context in my mind. I was too stubborn to admit that I’m tired of reading. I call myself a book dragon and I couldn’t allow myself to say that I’m bored of reading.
But at one point of time, I realized that there is no point in randomly reading without enjoying the book. I wouldn’t say I was utterly bored, but there were too many books and too many characters from them in my mind that my brain refused to allow new characters to establish themselves in the little space left out on it.
I got up, I went for some long walks, I listened to plenty of music, I gave some time to a little gardening and finally, my mind was recharged. I was good like new! That’s when I picked up my next book and dived into the pages.
It’s okay to get bored or to get tired of something you love. We all experience that at one point or another. Don’t feel disappointed, and do not dare to assume that your love for that particular thing has faded. Take a break, involve yourself into few other tasks and in the meantime, think of what’s the next best thing you could do about your passion. Then, you are good to go!
Let me know your thoughts. Tell me what you did when you got bored of something you love. Ba Bye!
Did you ever meet someone who feels like your other half? Did you ever wanted to take it to next level, but was scared to do so? Are your past experiences stopping you from taking the next step? Let me tell you a small story about someone who felt just like you…
A boy and a girl knew each other for a long time. They both shared a great bond, they could understand each other without words being said. They shared almost everything and supported each other in many ways. Their relationship had no name but it was nothing less than love. One day she asked him if they can give their relationship a name. He said he is scared to name it and scared to trust anyone to that extent.
She said, “Let’s give it a try. Let’s not commit to anything yet. Let’s say we are going to try swimming in the sea and you are scared of the waves. I’ll hold your hand and walk with you down the beach till where the blue waters kiss the sand. Let’s get in a little farther till we go knee deep. Since you are scared from the start, I’m not going to force you to go any further. But if you choose to get adventurous and try a little bit more, I’m not going to leave your hand. I’ll show you what its like to be in a relationship with me. I’m going to show you what its like when the waves of my love caress your feet. I’m leaving it to you to imagine how it’s gonna be when you let yourself into this relationship. The sea holds treasures of plenty of emotions, you can find corals of my love deep down the seabed. When your love for me shines like the Sun, I’m gonna turn orange reflecting your colors. I’m not going to lie to you.. there will be some storms when the wind blows the wrong way, but I promise we’ll work out a way to get through them together. We can build our dreams together like kids build sandcastles on the beach. You can get a glimpse of me, of US when we are a couple. If you like it, let’s get into it more, swim together and explore the depths of each other’s souls. I think it would be my biggest regret if we don’t give us a chance. What do you say?”
He looked into her eyes thoughtfully, smiled and agreed. Thus, started their love story!
I guess I got the streak of an artist from my mother. I never enjoyed too many people around me. Whenever I get chance, I grab my pencil, sketches and colors, run to a corner and draw. Drawing brings me joy. The strokes of the brush and the lines from the pencil draw my thoughts. Feels good to know that I can erase anything I draw and fix it. Though I stopped drawing for over 10 years, I picked up my pencil again lately. Every sketch I make brings back a little piece of me which went missing in the life’s journey. I gather all those pieces with great care and lock them inside my mind palace in order to not to lose them ever again. I know many of us become the person whom we never thought we would become. Its never too late to fix it. Pick up your pencil and draw a better picture. Unfortunately, there’s never been an eraser that could erase our mistakes. But, never mind! Buy a new sketchbook, a better pencil kit and don’t forget to sharpen your pencil this time. Start drawing the lines. Slowly fill it with beautiful colors from your experiences. You’ll see what an amazing painting you made out of that empty page! When I could make cool art out of my life, you can, too! So, what are you waiting for? Fill your life with plenty of colors and share those beautiful paintings with me.
Hi Readers, How is your weekend going?
Today, I burnt my hand pretty badly because I was so immersed in my book while cooking, I touched a hot pan. Ouch! Yeah, it happens very often and my partner gave me an earful. He asked me why I can’t keep my book aside atleast when I am dealing with fire. Poor guy, he doesn’t understand my obsession. I am sure.. my fellow book worms know what I mean.
I do almost every task while reading. I read while I brush. I bet you could find smudges of toothpaste on most of my books. I read while I eat. Yeah.. there were few instances where I ate chillies because I was busy reading to notice what’s going into my mouth. My mom used to give me hard stares when I bring a book to the dining table, but eventually, she stopped bothering.
I read in the late nights because the characters in my book might do something overnight. Sleep can wait, don’t you think?
I read while I poop. What? Yeah, I am not gonna waste those precious few minutes doing nothing in the bathroom. I can definitely finish up 3-4 pages in that time. 😁
I read while I commute. I read while chopping, walking, talking, drinking and thinking. that’s very obvious given my obsession.
Please share your views and tell me about your obsession of reading. After all, we all are birds of same feather. Cheers!
The four walls of her heart try to contain as much void as possible but at times, it becomes too much to deal with. It rises to her throat trying to come out as a loud scream, but she manages to choke the sound just before the escape and shoves it back into the depths of the dark corners of her heart. She wanders down the crowded lanes hoping to ignore the buzz of the unsettled thoughts running through her mind. It never helps. She talks to people around her indifferently and plasters a smile on her lips that’s more plastic than ever. After coming home from work, she sits still in her dark bedroom staring at the empty walls listening to the ticking sound of the needles of the clock. She wonders if the time is dragging those needles or the needles dragging the time. Nevertheless, the night ends and the rays of the dawn creep through the window filling the room with a mild glow. She collects herself to get up from the cold bed, with her hair disheveled and her eyes hollow. Here comes, yet another day and she has to find a way to pull through her routine. And the lone girl makes her way through the door to face the world, and to exist!