The real magic

I got the fourth book in this series first in my hand. Papa’s visits to Chennai always made him visit the Moore Market and get some books for us, invariably before boarding the train due to the close proximity of the market. Why and how he picked this particular book I do not know, but what I do know is made me fall hook, line and sinker into the world of magic. When I started reading, I could not understand some bits of it, too many whys and hows hovered in my mind. I finished the book in 3 days and was impatiently waiting to lay my hands to the first three. I finished each of the book subsequently, more often in a single shot, only sleeping because I had to be awake the next day. Friendship, love, honor, trust, courage, grief, sorrow, death and what not, were woven so intricately and most importantly believably. Philosophy was never so interesting, as was the turmoil of a teenage heart.

To the lady who introduced us to the world of magic

Happy birthday JK Rowling


Happy birthday Harry Potter

For a long time, I thought Daniel, who played the role of Harry in the movie adaptations had the same birthdate as the author and the character. I am sure I read it in some magazine long ago. When I checked wiki just to be sure before posting, I saw that hisΒ  birth-date is 23rd July actually. Nevertheless, it’s the birthday of two characters, one fictional, one real who have made so many people happy worldwide. Live long and prosper πŸ™‚


Back to books

I am happy that I am back to reading like I used to, long ago. When I was single, my weekend nights were spent reading, I used to start a book at 9 and go on till 3 or 4 in the morning. Sunday noon if no plans were made, I would cosy up in my bed with a book. Fortnightly Saturday morning visit to the library was mandatory. Me and brother would get 2 books each, which would last for 2 weeks. If I finished my set earlier than him, I would sneak in his books without him knowing and be smug with the knowledge of who was the mystery killer :mrgreen:

Zack has zero interest in reading. Actually no one in the family reads here. MIL peruses old regional languages, for recipes and home remedies. His cousins are in the same boat, give them a book, they would sleep on it, rather than try to read few pages. Non technical books, that is πŸ™„

Since the family has not had anyone sit quietly reading, they keep thinking as to how can one be so still and calm ( read it as not talking). Everyone in here is a talkative lot and they can’t be quiet for long, unless some engrossing stuff is playing out in the living room. Sunday evenings are quiet a scene. Everyone will be talking loudly, while I will be in my own world tucked with a book in a side. I am amidst them, but not with them. Such times would be rare though, if the kids have slept or they are engaged in playing.

Now why do I say that I am back to reading? Because I am able to devote one or two hours of dedicated reading time since a month or so. Once I am back from work, after cooking I get an hour or so, till Zack is home. Then after winding up for the night, I get another hour until he is done with fiddling with his smartphone or the laptop. I used to be really lazy earlier, to make some time for reading, but thanks to some engrossing books I have got my hands on, those are days of past. I have noted down some thrillers once my current lot is over, looking forward to get into some adventurous action reading too.

Currently I am reading Devotion of Suspect X and A Thousand Splendid Suns. Next up is Inferno.

Hope you had a lovely weekend lovelies. I had too πŸ™‚


You go inside a book shop


The first row itself excites you


Select the ones which you like


You turn to another aisle


Something else catches your fancy


Not wanting to leave it, you take that too


After 4 floors and 16 aisles


you have more books than you intended to buy


but sadly, your purse does not agree to your whims


you start choosing from the bounty which you so lovingly created


after some heart wrenching moments, you choose the best of the lot


at the moment of billing, your eye falls on THE book


How can you not own that, you ask yourself


And you lovingly indulge yourself, smiling and laughing


I paid a visit to Blossoms on Saturday. Needless to say, I was overjoyed. Came out with heavy bags and a light purse πŸ˜‰


P.S Replace the word book with sari. Same experience no πŸ˜€