The Day she fell in love
Just like every Sunday morning; it was a battle she had to endure to crawl out of the comforts of her bed, the worn-in cotton sheet rubbing softly across her cheek made her drop back on it after a few seconds every time she attempted waking up. A long struggle and a growling tummy finally did the trick, and there she was grabbing her breakfast, or as she put it, her Sunday "brunch" along with the thick stack of Sunday newspaper. She settled down on the giant flower-printed maroon carpet spread in the center of the living room and quickly fished out the copy of "Brunch", the weekly magazine that came with the newspaper every Sunday.
It was the year 2008....
That Sunday's "Brunch" was abnormally thick, hence she decided to check whether it were just more advertisements or there was some real content inside. Instead of the glossy colourful pages, a huge portion of the magazine was plain white with long lengthy paragraphs on it, and that too without any images! Hurriedly she turned over to the page preceding the plain ones. All it took was a glance and she was absorbed; the title, the cover picture, it immediately sucked her in!
And the rest is history....she went on reading, and when done, re-reading every word those plain white pages contained. She felt every emotion, envisioned every scene depicted and befriended every character that Sunday.
That short story compacted in the Sunday magazine somehow changed her life. The short story titled "Hell-Heaven" from "Unaccustomed Earth" was nothing like those classics she'd read before, no! The depth and intensity of every sentence shook her. "Who is this author?" she wondered, and that is how she fell in love; with the author, with Jhumpa Lahiri. And she never stopped.
It was the year 2008....
That Sunday's "Brunch" was abnormally thick, hence she decided to check whether it were just more advertisements or there was some real content inside. Instead of the glossy colourful pages, a huge portion of the magazine was plain white with long lengthy paragraphs on it, and that too without any images! Hurriedly she turned over to the page preceding the plain ones. All it took was a glance and she was absorbed; the title, the cover picture, it immediately sucked her in!
And the rest is history....she went on reading, and when done, re-reading every word those plain white pages contained. She felt every emotion, envisioned every scene depicted and befriended every character that Sunday.
That short story compacted in the Sunday magazine somehow changed her life. The short story titled "Hell-Heaven" from "Unaccustomed Earth" was nothing like those classics she'd read before, no! The depth and intensity of every sentence shook her. "Who is this author?" she wondered, and that is how she fell in love; with the author, with Jhumpa Lahiri. And she never stopped.
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P.S. Wishing all a belated Happy Valentine's Day.
hey Adi :D
ReplyDeleteI was there too.. i loved the Kaleidoscope, The guitar,.The one which was near the exit. I really dont remember the name. but looking through it would reflect the entire festival.
It was really a experience worth cherishing