Hanging out with books (Not HP) - Chapter 1

I was enthralled and serenaded to sleep by Rachel McAdams last night. Jealous much?

I serendipitously stumbled upon an audiobook performed by Rachel and the book is Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery.

Move over Kate Winslet's Matilda, I have found a new favorite rendition.

The tone of her voice, the way she gets into each character and the mood of the story itself, such an abundance of pleasure to listen to at night (Of course would be quite similar during the day but I prefer the quiet of the night time).

Children's stories make better audiobooks. There's a lot of scope for the reader to make it interesting with all the highs and lows and the rhythm of the words used. 

It would be the similar case with horror or suspense I suppose, but I'm sort of scared to listen to Stephen King's novels at night (I'm yet to read one). Reading horror would affect me more than watching it as a movie. 

I did listen to Murder on the Orient Express performed by John Moffat and I was concentrating too much on understanding the words because I found the accent a bit too thick to casually follow. 

Though I'd give anything to listen to such a performance by Scarlett Johansson. 🐒

You could get the books too, if you wish. All of these are  on audible and should be available to download somewhere else too, I don't know 😛.

I'll try to share a little more every day as I progress with the books. Happy reading / listening! 

The chamber of secrets

Ooh, I kinda forgot that Chamber of Secrets is the funniest book of the series. Most credits to Gilderoy of course. The movie did not do enough justice to him. He was quite funny, yes, but a lot of memorable stuff got lost in the translation I suppose.

We all have our chamber of secrets. Probably (more like definitely) not the one like Salazar Slytherin built but something/someplace in our heart/mind where we have stuffed a few happy little secrets, shoved our dark, unsavory thoughts or actions and a lot of feelings that could not be shared or expressed due to the circumstances or limitations.

What starts off as a small bundle of eclectic stuff gradually and sometimes exponentially grows into an unwieldy infinitude. And at some point, it becomes so similar to a basilisk that looking at its eyes may take your life (excuse the exaggeration). Won't it be better to not let it get so huge instead?

Once we understand the issue at hand, maybe we could start addressing things one tiny bundle at a time and fix it if we can or just let go.

We have seen time and again that not everything is in our control. There's no use worrying about something that we know for a fact that we can't change. So why think about it, give it space and time? Let it go.

Let it gooooo (Belting off like Elsa)

Yup, started with HP and ending with Frozen, I'm becoming Benjamin Button, yes! (Ollivander would say Curious! Very curious! But I'm neither Harry nor Voldemort :P)

And I forgot talking about the good stuff like sweet gestures from someone that no one else noticed and we don't feel like sharing, tiny mischiefs and naughty stuff that we accomplished successfully without getting caught, etc. Keep them, nourish them and let them grow. They'll probably grow into a flowering plant or a fruitful tree. Let that tree take root and grow tall and wide and I hope it lights up whenever it is dark outside. 

July 31st draws near

I tend to be unusually active around this time of the year. No prizes if you guess the reason correctly. I mean it's plenty obvious, it's Harry's birthday.

Though I did write a little bit before I started reading the books, I did write a little more after reading the series. And I always find it easy to write around this time. Interesting content or not, I don't really know, but something flows like a fountain and tis the season. 

Lately though I have started feeling if I should keep up with the Potter stuff. 30 draws closer and 25 feels long gone. I'm getting older and maybe I am way old for this.

But I definitely will not let go of HP completely. It has become a part of me, part of who I am, part of how I express things. So yes, this is going to be a continuum. But I'll try to write about other things as well.

And I've decided to put up one post everyday. Yup, every single day. Idk if I'll be able to keep this up, maybe this is a good habit to have after all.

Here's to seeing you all again tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next and so on..

To new habits🥂 

Ramblings from a night, long long ago..

I dug a real deep hole for myself, like a rabbit burrowing down, looking for comfort and warmth 

And I got real comfortable, maybe just a little too much, like a frog in a boiling pot - enjoying the tiny bubbles

All these years of personal anguish has fallen like debris on top 

And the scalding vapour is starting to finally get to me

Now I have no other choice but to claw myself out of the hole

And climb on top of the hubris

And I need to do this one step at time

To keep my acrophobia in check

What am I gonna find on the top? Where am I gonna end up? 

On the sky? 

With the stars? 

With the Sun and the Moon? 

Under the clouds that brood dark overhead and rain thunderstorms? 

Or under a pile of more dust and dirt? 

Or is it a void devoid of sound and light? 

Or is it simply gonna be freedom?

The freedom of choice.