This book is the first non-fiction book that managed to hold
my interest through the end. Usually, non-fictions irritate the hell out of me
for they are full of advices on how you are supposed to live and how you are
supposed to react to certain situations. Generally non-fictions are based on
the criteria that history repeats itself and so you are supposed to behave in a
certain way in a certain situation. But I don’t believe in that. In my opinion,
every individual is different because they are shaped by the society they are
living in and the varied experiences they have gone through. And hence, every
individual behaves and reacts differently to the same situation, rendering
those “advices” useless and worthless.
“Tana, can you pull up the last bucket? My arms are aching.” Riri,
thoroughly tired after pulling 7-8 buckets of water from the well, called out
to her sister who was busy shifting water into different pots. Even though Tana
immediately stopped what she was doing to help out her sister, Riri’s mood
wasn’t improved. She was very well aware that they would have to carry back the
pots to their home, which was nearly 2 kilometers afar.
In an effort to cheer up their morning chore, Riri started singing while
I am a big book worm. In literal sense. I don’t read books. I devour them and internalize them. I live with the protagonists of the stories, and die with them if required. Genres do not matter to me, unless they are non-fictional (there may be exceptions to it).
And this is not a new love of mine. Books are my old flame.
Oma’s feet were dunked in the pond that was settled in the middle of the wilderness. Fishes were playing near her feet. Every now and then they would nibble on her feet but she didn’t notice. She didn’t even notice that it was an extremely hot afternoon. Not a single leaf fluttered. Resident birds and monkeys were mute; it seemed they were contemplating about their survival in the face of harsh summer. Utter silence reigned over the forest. A shattered glass bottle was lying few feet away from Oma; the broken pieces dazzling like huge diamonds in the sunlight.