I had almost stopped reading for over a year now and what's more done the unthinkable- left the most amazing books midway! Something I wouldn't have done even a decade back in school at the peril of failing a test. But the last one year or so, I had bought books and never leafed thro them. Books got added to my study but not to my memory and to think my best fren n I devoured books thro school, graduating from MBs to Georgette Heyers, classics when I studied English Literature in college and got completely addicted to book reading every night till 12, 1, 2...whatever time it would take to finish just one more chapter. The first affair that began with comics and then found its way into the richly stacked libraries in Ramnee at Nainital, later at college libraries and finally at a small second hand book store hidden in a busy local market in Delhi. The pity is that the man who runs this small store packed with all the books in the world, can't read at all. Wish I had a collection as awesome as that. The bigger pity is that I had stopped reading and I have no idea why.
After an eternity and lots of determination I picked up Friedman's World is Flat sometime back this year and struggled thro the first few chapters, keeping the fires of a dormant interest burning somehow. Only towards the last 200 pages of the brilliant book did the love surface again and it's such a massive gift.
Took me 4 days to read Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Love in the time of cholera. The beautiful last chapter stays with one so like the smell of the first rain on settled dust. What an epic on love in its myriad forms and the one love that takes over all else but takes patience and a will to move mountains. The protagonist lives thro' decades for a love unyielding,unreturned but all-encompassing. Must read all u lovers. I wish I could have recommended it to some people I can never now. Just to read books like these, I wish I have years and years left in me. I am a fan Mr.Marquez.