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HEIL HARDY || The Mayor of Casterbridge

Book : The Mayor of Casterbridge

AUTHOR : Thomas Hardy

Blurb on Goodreads :

 ‘I’ve not always been what I am now’

In a fit of drunken anger, Michael Henchard sells his wife and baby daughter for five guineas at a country fair. Over the course of the following years, he manages to establish himself as a respected and prosperous pillar of the community of Casterbridge, but behind his success there always lurk the shameful secret of his past and a personality prone to self-destructive pride and temper. Subtitled ‘A Story of a Man of Character’, Hardy’s powerful and sympathetic study of the heroic but deeply flawed Henchard is also an intensely dramatic work, tragically played out against the vivid backdrop of a close-knit Dorsetshire town.

When I sat down to read my first ever Hardy novel, I was expecting a heroine centric story. I mean I have read his short stories based in the beautiful rustic setting of Wessex and having heard that this book too takes place there , it is safe to say I was overjoyed. New heroines ! 

Having heard great deal about Hardy and his works , I am aware that he was a author quite ahead of his time, quite disturbed by the hypocrisy that surrounded him and quite against the tide that pertained to sail him towards the shackles of sexism. 

So, I get down to read The Mayor.. and turns out it’s a story of an ambitious, but short tempered man called Michael Henchard.

 I am surprised but not disappointed at all .

The story and the circumstances that would eventually lead to his downfall are hinted very early on in the novel and they definitely keep you gripping your seats. 

It’s fascinating really, the Victorian attitude on women and their rights, and Hardy tangles every thing in the beautiful web that he created with his writing. It’s very important to remember that this book unlike Hardy’s other works (about whom I have heard in abundance ) is centred around a man. Henchard is complex , he is not someone you would like to hang out with, he is layered and extremely flawed. He is almost like a Shakespearean tragic hero, with his fatal flaw being his spitfire temper. Like I said, he isn’t loved. You are not supposed to love Henchard. It would be quite disturbing if you do, but you root for him. You feel his pain, his suffering and you mourn for his sheer bad luck. Hardy I believe gives us a number of reason to loathe Henchard, being a feminist I am supposed to despise him, but I don’t. Not really. Because regardless of all his flaws and utter disgrace, Henchard is unique. He is no Brutus, too blind in his sensitive ideologies to see the conspiracy , neither is he Hamlet , procrastinating everything and taking his twisted and very disturbed sensibility to a new level. Henchard is very much Victorian. He realises his mistakes, calls the spade a spade and works deliberately for repentance . He is retrospective of himself, punishing himself for his flaws. He is never delusional into believing that he is on the correct path. He is his own critic and in his own twisted way works to make amends for his misdeeds and that makes him stand apart. His late but ardent devotion for his daughter Elizabeth is  beautiful and heartbreaking and that final scene between them , did make me shed a tear or two. Henchard is not noble, and he isn’t supposed to be , but he is very much beautifully constructed. 

A most finished character.

But what Hardy does with Henchard, is somewhat lacking in his characterisation of others.

Lucetta is almost tragic and in her we get a glimpse of the type of women Hardy went on to write in his more popular and later works. She is interesting but she at times is almost too weak to be taken seriously. The same goes with Elizabeth Jane, her characterisation seems incomplete. I believe she needed more than what was given to her. Her devotion to her father , which is in many ways veiled in her love for Farfrae could have been worked upon more. I mean she is a strong women, and is one character who evolves the most in the novel, but still she lacks something. Something I really aspire to see in Hardy’s other heroines when I sit down to read their stories. 

Mrs. Henchard is too simple and bland, and her character and back story needed a bit more than what Hardy bestowed upon her. 

Now coming to the character that I am supposed to care about. Donald Farfrae is to an extent the opposite of Henchard as he was supposed to be. He doesn’t make the choices that Michael does and he does end up having a happily ever after of a sort. But I am sorry I didn’t feel for him much. It’s amazing really, I initially thought I would like the Scotsman. It’s brilliant that Hardy induced a Scotsman as one of the central characters considering the political turmoil that was taking place between the two states, but I think Donald lacked a lot. Perhaps that’s why I didn’t feel much about his storyline. 

I didn’t really care for anyone in The Mayor of Casterbridge and that worked just fine by me. Sometimes it works when I detach myself from the characters and enjoy the beauty of the book. And the book is beautiful I am telling you all.

So very fascinating. 

The class commentary is brilliant and so very Hardy. The glimpses of  Industrialisation in a country town made me giddy because I am a total history nerd and the sheer brilliant story telling of Thomas Hardy is so constructive and finished ! 

His hold in the book is strong and it never really falls apart. I can’t wait to read more of him. The bug of Victorian literature has bit me and I am drowning in this elixir. 

If you haven’t read this one yet, what’s stopping you really ?

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It was a time quite long ago, way before Harry got his acceptance letter from Hagrid, discovering that he is indeed a wizard , way before Katniss even volunteered to protect her little sister from the ‘death game’ for which she was ‘reaped” and way before Bella ever came back to Forks to meet her impending doom. It was a time of war, when governments were falling and new legacies were being made, that the first novel primary consisting of ‘teenagers’ and written for ‘teenagers’ was  published. The lines were pretty blurred, the idea entirely new, raising more than one eyebrow but “Seventeenth Summer,” released by Maureen Daly in 1942, came to be the first novel published under the form of literature that the world would soon come to call ‘Young Adult’. 

Now perhaps the question arises, ‘What is Young Adult ?’ 

Does it include only the teenagers ? And what these books talks about that the others don’t ? How different Young Adult Literature is different from Children’s Literature ? 

The questions make one good pile with answers always differing with the course of time. Back when the term “young adult” was coined by the Young Adult Library Services Association during the 1960s to represent the 12-18 age range, novels of the time, like S. E. Hinton’s “The Outsiders,” offered a mature contemporary realism directed at adolescents. It was an entirely new take, a new outlook at the lives of a group of people who had the most minimal representation in the predominant classic and adult contemporary literature. The writers who followed Hinton, wrote with a candour quite defining of the genre and left no stone unturned to address issues which were often looked down upon or regressed in the society of late 20th century. Judy Blume, Lois Duncan and Robert Cormier, spoke of numerous teen issues which they addressed in their books, the agony of being lonely , depressed and misunderstood , issues quite blatant at the periphery of teenage life was beautifully designed in these books. The 1980s welcomed in more genre fiction, like horror from Christopher Pike and the beginning of R.L. Stine’s “Fear Street” series, and adolescent high drama a la “Sweet Valley High,” but when one look at the history of YA literature it seems they were all paving their way for Rowling to write her magnum opus  ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone’, a book which became the cover for this form of literature. Reality blending with mystic and fantasy was exactly what the kids of late 1990s needed, and the books prospered with very few apprehensions. Today, the Young Adult Literature is not merely focusing on addressing issues related to identity and finding oneself. The onus had somewhat shifted to acceptance. 

The idea or the notion that YA is only limited to fantasy or dystopian genre is entirely wrong. Sure, ‘The Hunger Games, ‘Twilight Saga’ , ‘Divergent’ , ‘ The Mortal Instruments’  or ‘Throne of Glass’  definitely fills the shoes for high fantasy and magic, but they are not merely limited to showing a world that is beyond the conventional reality of the society. It is not the apocalyptic setting however gruesome and surprisingly appealing in Hunger Games that calls to the reader, it is the passion of the characters, their complexity and dexterity that speaks to the Young Adult audience  whose age group currently includes the people from Age 10-25 . The thin line between reality and supernatural calls to the minds of the Young reading audience , who are themselves in a stage of strong and defining tranformation. 

The YA world has become the breeding ground for experiments, and transforms. The current scenario is not limited to shelves full of high fantasy and futuristic books with a female 

protagonist, braving the world with nothing but a strong personality and determination. Authors like Alexandra Bracken, Cassendra Clare, Leigh Bardugo, Nicola Yoon, Jennifer Niven and Rainbow Rowell have taken this medium to address many social and political issues that prevails in the society. Their are books featuring protagonists and side characters from the LGBTQ spectrum where the concept of sexuality and it’s gradual acceptance is emphasised upon, the stories of teens coming from the Autism 

spectrum is also becoming quite popular in YA literature these days. This helps the wider reading audience understand the people around them and the people who are in the spectrum relates for the first perhaps to characters who are if not entirely but somewhat like them. 

Acceptance is a very primal requirement in the life of a Young Adult, be it in terms of your sexuality , ideas or belief , it is important to know that you are a part of the world, how unconventional you may seem, you belong here , and YA literature resonates and reflects this very notion of coming home or finding a home more or less. 

It is hardly fair to judge the literary world of YA on the terms that it presents before us a society quite unlike the ones we live in, or that it talks about a world too feminine in its retrospective or  too amateur to be taken seriously for a world which applauds the mainstream literature. The age is not a barrier at all, a YA novel is not restricted to the desired audience it aims to achieve, it is for everyone. The issues it address are quite universal and fits in for every age. The books are informative, refreshing and to an extent even entertaining. The diction and writing style have evolved over the period of time, it’s meagre beginnings, talking about the typical high school problems with its one story plot is a thing of the pas. The modern YA world is highly complex, laden with multiple proverbs addressing numerous issues and ideas, with characters that speaks for themselves loud and clear. 

Perhaps the biggest accolade of YA would be its constantly changing dynamics of characterisation. The age old debate of good vs evil is very evidently and quite smartly resolved here. The characters are not simply black and white. The one dimensional attributes of their story is negligible, they are in shades of grey,  profoundly layered and perhaps that’s why extremely relatable. There is no conventional ‘villain’ in YA, everyone has their own story, their actions are justified. In YA ‘Medusas’ are analysed, Moriairties are given a reason, a debatable one perhaps but a reason nonetheless which to an extent speaks for their cruelty. There is no  ‘bad’ character in YA, the idea that we are all humans and being humans, are flawed is nowhere better reflected than it is in Young Adult Literature. 

In a period where the world is ever changing, Young Adult Literature is enjoying its golden age, producing books it has never before given , igniting minds and giving birth to ideas that speaks for an audience that is finding itself. It is in a pinnacle of literary brilliance studded with imagination and a unified vision. 

P.S If you aren’t a reader of YA, don’t you worry. It’s never too late. 

Go find your inner Percy Jackson or Beatrice Prior. Discover your Panem and be your own version of the evil queen Levena ! Good luck 

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Oh my Villain !

Book : Because You Love to Hate Me: 13 Tales of Villainy
Editor : Amerie

Blurb on GoodreadsLeave it to the heroes to save the world–villains just want to rule the world.

In this unique YA anthology, thirteen acclaimed, bestselling authors team up with thirteen influential BookTubers to reimagine fairy tales from the oft-misunderstood villains’ points of view.

These fractured, unconventional spins on classics like “Medusa,” Sherlock Holmes, and “Jack and the Beanstalk” provide a behind-the-curtain look at villains’ acts of vengeance, defiance, and rage–and the pain, heartbreak, and sorrow that spurned them on. No fairy tale will ever seem quite the same again!

Featuring writing from . . .

Authors: Renée Ahdieh, Ameriie, Soman Chainani, Susan Dennard, Sarah Enni, Marissa Meyer, Cindy Pon, Victoria Schwab, Samantha Shannon, Adam Silvera, Andrew Smith, April Genevieve Tucholke, and Nicola Yoon

BookTubers: Benjamin Alderson (Benjaminoftomes), Sasha Alsberg (abookutopia), Whitney Atkinson (WhittyNovels), Tina Burke (ChristinaReadsYA blog and TheLushables), Catriona Feeney (LittleBookOwl), Jesse George (JessetheReader), Zoë Herdt (readbyzoe), Samantha Lane (Thoughts on Tomes), Sophia Lee (thebookbasement), Raeleen Lemay (padfootandprongs07), Regan Perusse (PeruseProject), Christine Riccio (polandbananasBOOKS), and Steph Sinclair & Kat Kennedy (Cuddlebuggery blog and channel).
Is is alright to relate so much to an anthology which talks about the complexity of villains ? I mean am I crazy or the only one who who was rooting for these sweethearts  over here ? What does it say about me ? 

Because to be honest, never before have I met characters who are such firm and amazing portraits of my own insecurities and demons. For the life of me I cannot seem to unravel the puzzle that is anthology was. The whirlpool of emotions and questions, that I find  myself with are another story entirely.  

But to be fair, we all can relate to them. Now that I think about it, having taken a break from writing this after the last paragraph, I believe being attracted to villains is quite natural, something this anthology addresses so profoundly that it called to me like a siren’s song. Talking about sirens, I loved the take on Little Mermaid. 

Anyway, so this anthology is about villains, cruel, misunderstood, complex, layered and oh so awesome villains.


Driven and ambitious .

Selfish and competitive most of the time. 

But aren’t we all ?

We have been known to praise the heroes, the good ones. 

Apparently the boring ones (remember how Harry lost his charm the moment that bathroom scene featuring a troubled, messy haired Draco Malfoy came in Half blood Prince ? Let’s be honest, we were all swooning )

But the heroes are driven by the greater good, and taking the test prescribed  in this very book, I realised that I am not that hero at all. 

I am a villain.

The observation was astounding. But I would be lying if I say it wasn’t thrilling. Oh the joy of being my own version of the Moriairty or Medusa. 

Or Holy Hades , the Dark Lord Himself !

Okay so yeah, is the book only about identifying your inner villain ? That deep down you sympathise with the antihero in the likes of Heathcliff is because you are one too?

I don’t think so.

The anthology is much more than that. It’s in many ways an explanation to the numerous answered questions about the villains. It’s their story.

Their life. 

And just about how humane they were in their actions. 

It’s tragic. Sad. Funny and at times almost satiric. 

But it’s not heroic. There is no turning a new leaf. 

The antagonists are barred for us to see. To adore. To contemplate . To ridicule and to even pity.

But you root for them. You find yourself cheering for their side and when they win, you smile.

And it’s no bittersweet smile, it’s a smile of joyous memories, of winning when everything was against you. 

Because You Love to Hate Me is a thoughtful collection, weird , eccentric and surprisingly moving, as it should be considering that the biggest names in YA world has come together for this. 

It was beautiful to see my favourite authors giving their takes on villainy. Each story is gripping and speaks loud to the targeted audience. 

A collection depicting how far literature has come from it’s meagre black and white characters, how far ahead from the one dimensional debate of good vs evil. 

A must read if you too loved Heathcliffe a tad bit more than Darcy, if Snape is a protagonist in your eyes and if you believe Meduda’s blurred story needs a better closure. 

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The Language of Public Speaking

Of all the skills that are taught to us in our founding years at high school, public speaking is perhaps the most underrated one. The idea of extolling words on the stage or let’s says before a group of people can be a frightening ordeal for many and likely so considering that this is one skill that we do not get enough exposure to hone in our elementary years. But however inscrutable it may seem, public speaking is an art, and like any other art, it can be learned and mastered. 

A look at the history of public speaking would take you to its very trying roots, to a period when the humanity was discovering itself. A period that speaks for itself with a bitter candor, laden with enigmatic and scandalous reforms, political turmoil and bizarre ideas; the ancient Greece was a defining time and lots of its missionary distribution of knowledge and ideas came from mastering the art of speaking. It was an art which was taught in schools with arithmetic and language, with Aristotle, Plato and Socrates acting as its prime teachers, who bestowed in their students the new ideas and forms of oratory. When Aristotle was talking about rhetoric, what he really meant was using the means of persuasion in reference to any subject. He divided the “means of persuasion” into three parts, or three artistic proofs necessary to persuade others: logical reason (logos), human character (ethos), and emotional appeal (pathos). Logos is the presentation of logical consistency in reasons or arguments that support speaker’s talk, Ethos refers to the speaker’s credibility or trustworthiness and Pathos occurs when a speaker evokes particular emotion in the audience. 

The addition of arrangement, invention, elocution, memory and delivery using nonverbal communication cues such as eye contact, gestures and tone of voice came with the onset of the Romans and it was in that period, the art of speaking reached its most golden epoch. 

      But it was only thousand years later, when Mark Antony first delivered his infamous speech in Blackfriars, before a crowd quite English in its ways, a Renaissance crowd used to the genius that was Shakespeare, that the world first beheld the sheer power that is oratory. Laden with rhetoric and sarcasm, Shakespeare’s Antony changed the course of the rebellion and made an entire mass revolt against the ideological hero that was Brutus. The play though came to an end with the butchering of a trapped sensibility as Brutus, but the journey of public speaking that only ever started.  Shakespeare went on to use the classical rhetoric speaking with Portia and many of his other characters, and  his followers Fletcher, Beaumont and Jonson too, though lacked his finesse and character continued to induce rhetorical speech in their plays. It was also during this time, that Francis Bacon, probably the most famous courtier of James I of England, was developing new ideas for oratory. Bacon, a very pragmatic essayist believed that the journey to truth was paramount to the study and performance of communication. He asserted and even preached that reason and morality required speakers to have a high degree of accountability, making it an essential element in oration. His ideas were taken forward in the period of the Enlightenment with the revolutionary and constantly changing Europe adding their own form of political rhetoric in it.

In the modern times, public speaking has taken a different channel, now the speeches are not only confined to the boundaries of politics; they are used to put forward an idea, to deliver ones views on various issues and to be the change that we wish to see in the world. 

The use of rhetoric is still very prominent but there has been a significant addition in the language of the spoken word. When the former American President John F. Kennedy gave his historic speech “Let us go forth to lead the land we love”, he was using alliteration to assert his dedication and zeal for the American public, Martin Luther King had mastered the art of antithesis where one deliberately contrasts two opposing ideas to create an impact when he gave his most ground breaking speech, “I have a dream”, a speech that in many ways brought the culmination of the hundred years of racial suffering  and when Benjamin Franklin uttered is his famous quote , “Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I may remember. Involve me and I will learn”, he was using the art of parallelism which involves using similar sentence structure in a sequence to draw the attention of the listening crowd.

The history has been made and refined with orators. The unprecedented legacies of Queen Elizabeth I, Napoleon Bonaparte, Mao, Abraham Lincoln, Winston Churchill, Joseph Stalin, Mahatma Gandhi, Pandit Nehru, Margaret Thatcher, Indira Gandhi and even Adolf Hitler are laden with their unforgettable speeches that changed the course of time, and brought a change that was never before predicted. 

When on stage, remembering that you are here to put forward your idea, an idea you have full faith on. Surprisingly being confident about your content is the most crucial part and defining part as it gives a strong foundation to your oration and helps you a lot in remaining undaunted throughout the time period of your speech. The texture of your voice, the tilt of your body, the movement of your eyes and of course the gesture of your hands should be in accordance to what you are saying. Raise your eyebrows if being sarcastic, lower your voice if you plan on evoking emotions, make strong eye contact if accusing someone of their silence, be flat and pragmatic while sprouting facts but do it with elegance and lower your eyes while talking about remorse. It is important that all this be subtle, not overtly dramatic but deliberate enough to put a spell in the audience and make them reflect upon your words, to feel the emotions you want them to feel.

But at the end, all that public speaking requires is the zeal to speak what you want to. It doesn’t matter if someone is not abiding by the rules of oratory or following the different norms of rhetoric, it all comes down to the desire to speak. It doesn’t always require a mentor, but it does require passion and once one attain that, there is no greater joy than being on stage, no accolade grander than hearing the echoes of one’s own voice. It becomes a revered art and its practitioner a devoted artist. 

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When Joanne Rowling was born 52 years ago on 31st July 1965 in Yate, Gloucestershire, England to Peter James Rowling and Anne Rowling in a very humble background, no body probably realized that a gem was born, a star who would light the minds of an entire generation and more with magic, an inspiration who would give the dying Young Adult Fantasy genre a new life, a woman who would give wings to the imaginations of hundreds of authors who would later follow her footsteps. 
Rowling’s story is a typical ‘rags to riches’ one but there is nothing mundane or ordinary about it, when one take a closer look at her long struggle, it becomes very clear that every single hardship that plagued her life defined her character and in many ways, gave fodder to her masterpiece. Her disturbed childhood, with an extremely strained relationship with her father, her mother’s long illness and her seeking solace in books because she felt that no one understood her , later gave her strength to give birth to the character of Hermione Granger, a character who she has confessed to be most alike her. It is of course unlikely that Rowling was thinking of flying brooms, spells or house rivalries when she started school at St. Michael’s Primary School at Winterbourne, but it has been hinted that her then headmaster Alfred Dunn became her inspiration for writing the enigmatic and very esoteric headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Studying French and Classics at the University of Exeter was never really her plan as she aspired to be a part of the reputed Oxford University, but she nevertheless embraced the opportunity with open arms. 

It was on a four- hour- delayed train trip from Manchester to London, that idea of a young boy attending a school for wizardry and witchcraft first entered her mind and she went on to write her ideas, the moment she reached home. It was during that time when she was still writing Harry Potter, that Rowling lost her mother. Harry’s pain and remorse over his mother’s death is very much Rowling’s own. But her struggle that would test her mettle started after she moved to Portugal and found herself in a strained and abusive marriage, a life she walked out of with an infant daughter and a suitcase with the first three chapters of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, carrying with her nothing but regret and a feeling that her life was an utter failure. The concept of ‘dementers’ is the product of her depression and remorse. It was in those years living in Edinburg , Scotland in poverty without a job and with an infant Jessica to take care of , that Rowling actually started writing Harry Potter full time. 

Rowling adopted her grandmother’s name Kathleen, for her penname J.K as her publishers believed that young boys would probably not like to read a fantasy book on a wizard boy, written by a woman, but since their publication, the amount of woman writers writing fantasy novels has sky rocketed and the YA genre is laden with promising woman writers. 

The Harry Potter books are a brand in itself, to say that their only accolade is to be the bestselling book series of all time would be wrong. Harry Potter is a way of life, being a ‘potterhead’ is a part of one’s being, it’s not merely the largest fandom ever, it is also the most important one. The Harry Potter generation speaks for every dreamer, every curious child who aspires for a letter in a faded brown paper brought in by an ugly owl asserting their acceptance at the biggest school for wizardry and witchcraft. If the mid- 20th century kids looked inside their closet for a distant fairy land with fawns and a giant lion in a majestic place called Narnia then this is the generation which believes that there is an another world in the other side of the wall, a world that watches over us with wonder, amusement and at times contempt, a world we all desperately seek to be a part of. Did Rowling realise what she was giving the world when she wrote Harry, Hermione and Ron? Did she have an inkling that the word ‘always’ would become almost as sacred as a sermon after she made her most complex and difficult character utter them? Perhaps not, perhaps she was merely giving all the characters a part of herself, perhaps in doing so she created something she never really hoped for.

Or may be perhaps she knew all along that she was giving a generation a way of living, a generation who doesn’t remember a life before Harry Potter. 

It would hardly be fair to say that Rowling doesn’t have her flaws, her protagonist Harry is extremely flawed himself, but like Harry, it is Rowling’s flaws that make her series so beautiful. In her excessive detailing of every scene, in her over creativity and in her somewhat twisted sense of justice, Rowling made her books a legend. These attributes are so unique of Rowling, that they became beautiful under her penmanship. Edgar Poe’s famous commentary, ‘’There is no exquisite beauty…without some strangeness in the proportion’’ is very defining of Rowling and her works. 

As this maestro who has been bestowed with several  honorary titles from the British Crown and alike turns 52, it is well to remember her as a legend who showed the reading public a new world, a world that would be kept alive across the globe by its lovers. Harry Potter shall always live in the hearts of the billion potterheads and the stories written in Potterverse will never exhaust and in those stories JK Rowling will live on forever and would continue to be the light that would ignite the imagination of all the generations that would after her. 

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Full Moon and Debuting Wodehouse || A REVIEW



AUTHOR : P. G. Wodehouse

GENRE : Comedy and Romance

Blurb on goodreads :

Despite marriage to a millionaire’s daughter and success as a vice-president of Donaldson’s Inc., manufacturers of the world-famous Donaldson’s Dog-Joy, Freddie Threepwood, Lord Emsworth’s younger son, still goes in fear of his aunts when at Blandings Castle. Full Moon tells the story of how he faces them down while promoting the love of Bill Lister and Prudence Garland.

A charming Blandings comedy with a full Wodehouse complement of aunts, pigs, millionaires, colonels, imposters and dotty earls.

The omnibus has been sitting in my shelf for Lord knows however long. It is one those books, the ones that you buy but tend to forget about, because their cover lacks a certain lustre that attracts a normal casual reader. 

Well mind you, I take pride to call myself a very devoted and ardent reader , but I have acquired this attribute of mine only quite recently. If one goes back to say four years prior to this day, I wasn’t much of a in-depth , book sniffing reader that I am today. That is perhaps why, this book which was given to me with quite good intentions by a distant cousin a good lot of 10 years ago, didnt catch my attention. To be fair, i was quite wary of it and the cover didn’t interest me one bit.And Lord why won’t I be 

I was a 4th grader, very much used to reading Blyton and dreaming about stars wars and this was a book with a picture of a pig on it !

How unbecoming ! And a inscrutable diction at that 

Wretched !

Safe to say, I left the book to catch dust in that old dilapidated shelf of mine, rotting with cockroaches and all the insects familia, that happened to make the shelf their summer home for a while. 

Fast forward 10 years, I am a student of literature , dancing my way through classics, that I literally stumble upon this one.

Now now ! P.G Wodehouse wasn’t an unfamiliar name to me at all, but why of course I had never read a work of him !

So I took the book out, finally understanding the meaning of omnibus got on to reading it. 

I read it for five straight hours.

Five hours of my otherwise boring life, in utter and rapt attention. 

I laughted.

 A lot.

Why you ask ?

Because Wodehouse is hilarious, his characters dumb and enigmatic. 

His writing commendable and gripping. 

And my God the Empress of Blandings ! What a beauty.

Right now I am ordering more Wodehouse and cursing myself for not reading it oh so many years ago.

There is a magic in him, a spell quite esoteric. A comic timing quite uncanny and characters quite brilliant.

If you haven’t read him already, kindly do not stop on my account.

Go and read!

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Today, it had been a beautiful day.

Holding on to our memories once again,

a little more beautiful.
Today, I saw you again, and your adored picture, 

the garland doesn’t suit on your framed portrait.

Wasn’t that the picture we got together when I forced you to sit straight for two hours to get the right lighting?

I don’t remember how we looked, all I remember is your radiant smile.
Today, I wore that dress, the one you got for me on our first anniversary, 

It felt incomplete without you gazing at me lovingly at the mirror.
Today I sat at office and thought about the messages you used to send from various sources.

Tears that flew were not for the now empty mail box but for those times when I deliberately hunged up on you.
Today I went home and sat in your chair where you used to sit after a tiring day at the hospital.

Sitting there wearing that old T shirt of yours the one I kept on insisting to throw away, brought you a little more closer to me.
Today, I miss our child, the one I refused to accept, saying: “I don’t. I don’t want it. I don’t want to be a mom now. I have a carrier to focus on”

I wish I had a part of you with me now when all traces of you have seemed to disappear.
Today, I miss you.

Today, I am sorry,

And Today,

I wish I had another yesterday.