this sunday was a rare one...after ages i finally sat down with a book...not to take on anything else till done with the first one...i realized that work and all the other trivialities of a mundane routine have pretty much managed to deprive me of the pure simple joy of reading a good book at length..i am not the sort who can sit in one spot all day and do nothing but read a book..regardless of how captivating or interesting it is...the more i like a book...the more i want to savour it..i need to take pauses between paragraphs, pages and chapters to create my own parallel stories...to chisel my own characters and to complement every climax with an antithesis or vice versa..i need to sit back and contemplate cause and effect...possible or imposed consequence...existent or imagined symbolism.

the book i finally got down to reading this sunday was kartography (by kamila shamsie) . . lately i have been obsessed with hesse, kafka and camus . . i picked up shamsie to change the literary mood . . or may be find refuge from existentialist despair . . it sure gives you a power rush when you start out . . but at times all that's left behind is too few choices and too much uncertainty.

back to shamsie. . .it's a must read. .i hate book descriptions for they ruin the suspense and beauty of a story unravelling all by itself.

there are tiny bits that have stuck to my mind

'the thin line between remembering and reawakening old love '

'when thoughts are left on their own they mutate'

'your moods are contagious, i smile when you smile, i cry when you cry'

and many more that i can vaguely recall but refuse to butcher for i won't be able to do justice . . my memory is selective and moody.

picked this from m&m's blog

http://www.gapingvoid.com/Moveable_Type/archives/001881.html

love is only a feeling

The first flush of youth was upon you when our eyes first met
And I knew that to you and into your life I had to get
I felt light-headed at the touch of this stranger's hand
An assault my defences systematically failed to withstand

'Cos you came at a time
When the pursuit of one true love in which to fall
Was the be all and end all

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
When I'm in your arms I start believing
(It's here to stay)
But love is only a feeling
Anyway

The state of elation that this unison of hearts achieved
I had seen, I had touched, I had tasted and I truly believed
That the light of my life
Would tear a hole right through each cloud that scudded by
Just to beam on you and I

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
When I'm in your arms I start believing
(It's here to stay)
But love is only a feeling
Anyway, anyway

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
And we've got to stop ourselves believing
(It's here to stay)
'Cos love is only a feeling
Anyway.

(Darkness - Love is only a feeling)

lyrics i can't get out of my head

and so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time
and so it is
the shorter story
no love, no glory
no hero in her skies

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

(the blower's daughter, soundtrack 'closer' by damien rice)

I know you think that I shouldn't still love,
or tell you that.
but if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
or return to where we were

I will go down with this ship
and I won't put my hands up and surrender
there will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I . . .
. . . again
and if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

(white flag - dido)