birthday wish

My careless youth comprised of things I took for granted, things I never thought I would miss, things I dint think were irreplaceable. Reading at leisure, with a warm/chilled cup of coffee, as the weather warrants, being foremost among it. If only I had known that that was but a brief passage into adulthood, that adulthood itself would sap me of time and energy, and leave me with an akshayapathra of chores. Had I known, I would have replaced every lazy sunday morning with voracious reading. For better or for worse my appetite for books has hardly dwindled and year again I find my bday wish list full of books (this time I have included a steel bookmark; card bookmarks have been found to fail at the hands of the tiny people). This ti

me over, my wish while blowing out the 30 candles crammed into the cake, was for a good 30minutes a day for me to plunge head first into a good book. Yes, I do read every single spare minute; but it's not much fun when u have to leave a book 1sentence away from a gun-trigger and get through a mundane chore to get back to the fate of the bullet that long ago left the gun! And then it holds not much surprise to u, cos u have been anticipating the various possible outcomes. Nothing like cud chewing to make it drab. So this time, I wish for 30minutes a day. Me and my books. A soft pillow. A cup of coffee. Wait a minute, that would be heaven, and I'm not dead just yet. Just me and books, even inside a shoe closet will do. Me. Books. 30minutes.