I wish this bookshelf was mine, but alas! It sits at the Penguin office in Delhi. Every time I visit, I get to pick books from it for my personal reading. My own kid in a candy store moment.
I’m always behind on my reading. At any given point in time I’m reading (at least) three books. I read on my Kindle, on my Kindle app on the phone and on the Juggernaut app. Along with these I have random pdfs on my laptop. Also – my bookshelves are overflowing with books ‘I will read next’. Always so much to read and so little time.
A few weeks ago in a moment I was feeling particularly ambitious, I announced to a close friend that I wouldn’t buy any books in 2020. Instead I’m going dive deep into my bookshelves. I’ll make it a point to read books that I own and haven’t gotten around to reading yet. One book a month. Once I’ve read it, I’ll decide whether to keep it or donate it to Blossoms. This should lighten my TBR pile, and ensure that I actually read and don’t just hoard books. I’m also going to look at this as being a way to sift and sort through the thousands of books I’ve accumulated over the years.
I also love a good reading challenge. I feel it adds more depth and variety to my reading. While I love gravitas of something like ‘A Small Town Sea‘, I also relish the light and airy world of Regency Romances replete with the dukes and their unwilling mistresses! So when a fellow blogger (Shalini of Kohl Eyed Me) floated the #readingwithmuffy challenge in a group we’re both a part of, I thought it would be a great way to expand my reading horizons. Plus there’s a prize at the end of it! Which bookworm doesn’t want a prize to read? Below is the challenge. If you can recommend any books for the various categories – please do! I’m always on the lookout for interesting recommendations.
If I could give one gift…
It would be keys
to a girl.
For her to drive
her own destiny.
Because ladki hai, yeh lakdiyon ke kaam nahin hain
aakhir hai to ladki
even as she pays for your so(i)ns
with smothered thoughts and burnt limbs
and your boys who will always be (your) boys
and so shall inherit your entire earth
our girls are coming home no more.
[WORDS DO MATTER! This post is written for the 3rd edition of #WordsMatter linkup hosted by Corinne, Parul and Shalini. The prompt for this edition of #WordsMatter linkup is ‘If I Could Give/Receive One Gift’]
I received this tag from Nikita Dudani from Aakruti Tarot and Reiki Center. It’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Anjana at Myriad Musings. There are 25 of us on this Blog Hop and it is spread over 3 days – 6, 7, 8 December 2019. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop, you’ll love our musings!
My sister spotted my book at the Delhi International Airport.
Over breakfast with my boyfriend today I mentioned I have my book club meeting tomorrow evening. It got me thinking about reading and those who read. I said to him, “Reading is a bit strange. We all know how to read, but very few actually read.” Those who aren’t bitten by the reading bug as soon as they learn how to read, can never catch the reading disease. For them reading a book will depend on literary awards and bestseller lists. They will never know the pure joy of a juicy historical Walflowers romance followed by the heartbreak of a volume on partition and its consequences. They will never relate to, and therefore never benefit from the existential crisis of a desperate vampire. They won’t know the thrill of hours spent digging through piles of dust motes to unearth treasure in a second-hand bookstore. Their shelves will forever be prey to awards, notable mentions, even popular opinion.
I read ‘God of Small Things’ in high school. The book was one long beautiful breath-taking poem. Last year the magic reappeared in ‘The Ministry of Utmost Happiness’. To have my book next to hers is a little like being close to her energy.
I read a little known book called ‘The Gin Drinkers’ around the time I started college. I was smarting from culture shock, felt like a fish out of water on most days, wondered if things would ever get better and like most young people looked for familiarity that I never really found. (Have I found it now?). As clichèd as it sounds, I recognized a bit of myself in the characters of this book. When Sagarika Ghose spotted her book at the airport, I wonder if she registered the book next to her.
If you spot ‘Beyond Asanas‘ anywhere, do send me a picture!