In the past few months I have bought a lot of fiction novels,though not been able to read through each one of those.
HOST by Stephanie Meyer
I too had a love story Ravinder Singh.Though I did not wanted to buy this one but I had read the first part so had to buy.
Unaccustomed Earth By Jhumpa Lahiri
Delhi Noir : Brilliantly composed by Hirish Sawhney.
All of the above books except one had very attacking foreword which instigated strong urge within me to immediately buy those.
God Knows whether I am losing money cheaply buying those or not.
On one end my room-mate is getting paid 3000 bucks for tiring technical articles published in LFY and other hand I am losing money like this.
I should have stayed alone in Bangalore,its hard not to accuse yourself for being lazy after seeing people around you go way ahead in life.
What I have done to face myself in this way.I love my parents but love doesn't bring comfort.
I have to earn for them and for myself too.
When I lose a days struggle sitting inside the bus and reading novels gives me the comfort needed excessively.
Someday I will stay alone in one room open with 4 beer bottles with no un-necessary geek/boring/faltu public nearby lappy playing old hindi songs and with a novel infront.
I will name my drinking and reading room as Madhusaala.
"Ae Musafir peeno do hume jam masjid pe bait kar ya phir aisa jaga dikha jahan khuda nahin hai."
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