What an unexpected storyline really. That’s all the spoiler I will give you.
I was quite happy reading the book. I did not pick it up for a very long time thinking it will be just another love story and I wasn’t doing love stories at that time. I wanted to take a break from love, even in my readings. It was becoming quite easy to do that as well, to stay away from romance cuase I had had enough. Just the wrong kind of it really. Because truthfully, I’m a lover girl. Huge on romance. Just need to find another person who is also big on it and would know to balance love and life. Don’t know where they are hiding.
As suddenly as I had wanted nothng to do with even reading about love, I questioned myself for wanting to run away from it. That is very unlike me. It bothered me. So I picked up the book and told myself that maybe it will help me find my triggers and where my aversion was stemming from. To my surprise, the book clearly had other plans. It was exactly the story I needed to read— no, not needed but wanted to read. The kind of love I always believe, the one that is deep. Deeper that romance between two people, the kind that touches the soul and has the intensity to labour and birth poetry. The one that leaves you feeling sweet even when you break up. The kind that reminds you that the act of love itself is worthy enough and can fulfil you independent of the person you are in love with. The kind of love that goes beyond for the sake of humanity.
I am glad I picked up this book while I was waiting for my train at a random station. Although it was left unread in my home library for a couple of years, I’m glad I had it with me when I did. Sometimes, its not you choosing the book, but the book choosing you. It always comes to you at the time you are ready to read it.
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