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Wednesday, October 14, 2015

A Post-Novel Ramble


She sat cross-legged on her single cot. It was laid beside a huge window; facing door on one side and a wooden cupboard on other. Opposite to the cot she sat on lay another empty cot, whose occupant had gone for a vacation. It was 11 in the night and the dogs were barking in the street across her room. The only sound other than dogs’ barking that she heard was of the ceiling fan which rotated with medium speed. She sat holding her prized possession –her Kindle, she looked at it warmly and smiled. The overwhelming ecstasy filled her as she had finally completed reading the famous Harry Potter series. The feeling was not just of reading a fantasy novel or a sense of satisfaction of completing it but it was more than that. She had just witnessed an amazing experience in her mundane life.

An emotional rush filled her heart….
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Private drive No. 4, King’s cross station, 9 3/4 platform, Diagon Alley, Leaky Cauldron, Hedwig, Ollivander’s, Gringotts, Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, wands, phoenix, goblins, dragons, giants, elves, spells, jinxes, Horcruxes, Hallows, the beautiful mountains and forests. It all went on like a slideshow.  There were adventures that she had enjoyed and also the deaths she had wept for. The series had amazed her of the creative strength of the author for building such a fantasy world and ending it perfectly. She couldn’t recall when she had started reading the first book of Harry Potter series, it seemed like ages ago. She could remember how the hour long traffic on her way to office had not been bothering her anymore since the time she was reading Harry. She could think how she had longed for the weekends, just to get lost in the world of magic; world of Harry. Power cuts, broken WiFi, office stress, nothing had mattered. It was like she lived in two worlds. The truth dawned upon her that the other world had just ended. It did make her a little gloomy but nothing matched the euphoria of having read it; perhaps lived it.

The brain did its trick. It brought her the memory of her other favorite books and her favorite characters. She thought of Robert Langdon, how she had been crazily obsessed with Da Vinci’s works after reading the Da Vinci Code.  She thought of Twilight Saga series, she had read all three books of the series twice. She had completely fallen for Edward, his selfless love. He was her all time crush. The memory kept flowing..

After what seemed to be hours, she turned off the light and laid down on her comfortable bed and thought of the books/novels she had read. The more she had read, the more she had wanted to. They were there in her utter loneliness, in grief and during her sleepless nights. There were stories that had made her smile and filled her with happiness that lasted for days. There were stories that had brought tears; she had mourned for deaths of characters in the novels. There were novels that had changed her perspective and her life. There were stories which had stimulated her to write stories of her own. A writer scribbled stories in the back of her head all the time, while she lived her routine life. Some of those stories made it to her journal and some just died, but the scribbling never stopped. 

She opened the Kindle and it glowed in her dark room. She looked at it, with eyes curios to explore more books, more worlds that she couldn’t imagine of. Meanwhile, the writer in the back of her head thought – may be someday, her book would be gleaming out of that Kindle and someone would be living in the world of her creation….

She dozed off into a night of dreams…. into the magical world of Harry, for one more night…

3 comments:

  1. Reading is an addiction, much much delightful than other addictions (i believe). That world is so wonderful, i can relate to the feeling that envelopes us after finishing a book. You write as well as any novelist.

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    1. Thank you Shwetha :) Means a lot to hear that from you.

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