I KEEP WALKING.

I keep Walking,


A Search of a Mind,


Detached and left behind,


Burying the deepest secret, a Sorrow,


In the hope for a better tomorrow.


Walking ahead, with nobody taking me in tow,


The only companion being my own shadow,


Masked in disguise of strength,


Believing in the purpose of Life's length,


Let the torch within lead me,


Give a vision to see,


That in some way I serve Thee.


I Keep Walking.

Destiny of the Damned.

The Scent of your Presence,


The sound of your Footsteps,


The vision of your Shadow,


Not one of these would show,


As much as the Fear,


Emanating from you, you be far or near,


That you have Lost and Fallen,


That you are back in my Den.

A Spirit of Vengeance.

You have played your Part,


Never once realized I fell apart,


Now It is your Turn to run and hide,


Cos' I carry something in my Heart,


A Vengeance too strong to over-ride.

THE SHADOW OF THE WIND. A REVIEW. OF LOVE AND JOURNEY.

There are different kinds of books, Those that guide you in Life, those that get you self introspecting, those that make you emotional, those that inspire you, those that receive your admiration and love, And even some that get you snoring over the book.

I am, though a vivid reader and in company of some novel all the time, not the literary expert. Pure fiction lover, with a happy ending note.

The day when Daniel (in the story) chose the "Shadow of the Wind by Julian Carax" from the cemetry of forgotten books and got adopted by the same, I was sure that similar fate awaited me with "The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruis Zafon".

Every day, when i touch the book and read and live through the words, I feel (and still remember the feel) a unique sense of belonging.

Proud Owner Of the Masterpiece.

Every morning I would rush to the bus, get myself a comfortable corner seat and dive into the world.

Every Night, till late I would turn through the pages and stay glued to the book with a fatal attraction.

And Every time there would be a regretful act of closing the book with a rude snap from the Trance.

Furthermore, I would catch myself going reverse in pages, sometimes to reread and get a full feel of the moments, and other times out of fear of missing the lines and in turn the feel.

Basically, all of us dread a disappointment, a betrayal of perfection, in every story be it a movie or a book. Similarly even i was bound by the fear of losing the love for the book, which i had been garnering for days, to the climax.

But then I wouldn't have asked for more apt end than this.

Even a week after the final showdown, I still feel that I am walking through the streets of  Spanish Downtown, hand in hand with Daniel, Carax, Fermin, Sempere and others. And I just don't stop from taking the book and skimming through my favourite conversations over a cup of tea.

All i know is that the book has got me right well, And I have built a new world to relive.

As for the REVIEW, Carlos has done a beautiful work in portraying each and every character, making a sketch in our minds.

His Choice of words is a class apart and keeps the life in the story going on and even after the story is over.

The book keeps us bound to it with the events of twists and turns and ties a knot with our Hearts making it to render to each character.

Just as Carlos pointed out, this story is more like a split of one thing into million reflections, a fission of one story into thousands. Every turn of a page we discover smiles as well as tears, Joy as well as heaviness.

This may have been an exaggerated review for few, but then it is purely my take of the Book and I would recommend to anyone coming across.

Fiction lovers out there, You will just Love it. And Do give me a Hi-five below if you have been nodding all along the way.

Also, If any of you have similar bondings with some book in your lives then mention it below. :-) Who knows, I would also create another world of it. 

SWINGS OF FRIENDSHIP.

A fine breezy evening. A lonely walk to the nearby park. 

I sat on the swing, loneliness seems to be overwhelming. Emptiness within me overflowing and spreading around.

I saw the empty swing beside, the usual occupant being her.

Ah, Those sound moments. Non-stop talks and silly laughs. 

I just don't understand.

After all those fights we had, How could a small fight like this. . , ummm.. what was it actually about? Damn it is true, the more we carry on a fight, the anger remains but the cause goes forgotten. What's the point of fighting now!

Whatever. She could have said the word. One word. 5 letters. How much difficult would it be.

And why am i bothered. Why am i even thinking about it.

But, Is she thinking the same way?

All the same, Is she really the girl i knew as my best friend, the girl who stood near my bedroom door twenty years back, looking at me, waiting for me to invite her over so that we could complete the toy house building set, which started the decade long friendship?

Did the four year gap change her so much?

Lot of questions kept popping up, the more i thought about it.

Nevertheless, Am i actually angry or sad? Angry, that she has blown up a small issue so big and never bothered to apologise. Sad, that I behaved more or less the same way.

Funny, How Adolescence makes us more practical and calculative. Less forgiving and cold-hearted.

I got up and started.

This is it. 

If "sorry" is what the ISSUE needed, then let me give the word, but i am just not going to give her, who means more than what the word means to me.

Ego and Pride, Screw you! Just don't make me "think" like that again.

As i reached the gate, I saw her.

"She was standing near the door, looking at me, waiting for me to invite her, which started everything. . . "

She smiled, illuminating the lamp within me again, this time with a much brighter indomitable glow.

We started walking together.

"Hey, where is the sorry you owe me?", A Voice called.

I smiled and replied, "Well, who are you? And what is that?".