There was a point in my life, I went head over heels about reading to the extent of listing it as my official hobby. I read basically every single orthographic thing regardless of its impact on my life and yea even ketchup labels were victimized in that mentioned period. I used to do what people regard as the 'sneaky reading ' , you know like reading with a torch under the blanket. Golden moments. But it's not like a decade ago incident, the sneaky reading just made me so happy that I choose to polish the act gold. I really miss it!
Truth be told, my hobbies are often like cravings. It's easy to appease and jumps to another after a good serving. I remember when I was a kid, I loved to collect stamps and to your surprise I even had an album to frame my hard-work. I tell you what, running out to the post box right after the postman leaves and be the first to tear off the stamp before the envelope is a tough one even without a competitor! As I grow older the hobby and of course the historical album gave way to a new leisure which I've forgotten completely.
The ever evolving chain of hobbies without a doubt connected me with a lot of things I'm glad I tried. The hardest part though is to bounce back to what is done. I have been too crazy about reading and now I don't feel for it anymore.
However, at the back of my mind I always sense the urge to read. Believe me if I say there were times I felt restless when I don't read. Yes restless and there is no confusion about the usage of the word. To further clarify, it's like I want to read but I don't feel for it.
I jolly have to blame the book then right? Currently my reads include The Oracle( I just finished reading the prologue and here I'm interrogating myself) and Me And Mr.Darcy ( currently at chapter 10).
Perhaps inspiring stuffs are the ones that can glue me.
Or we can even put the whole thing this way; A bad reader blames her book!
While I figure it out,
Renuka G
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