A book that reminds me of home

This is the book that came to mind instantly when I tried to jog my memory about the book that reminds me of home,though this was anything but my home :)

This book is one of the masterpieces of my favorite author Malayatoor. His style is of etching a deep nostalgic mark of the story,of incidents he portrays in his books.Verukal is one such book full of incidents,each a story of its own and collectively the story of the author!

Memories

It was a very cold winter
When I saw 'You' in here
Cladded in your brown sweater,
I couldn’t but only admire

Long legs and slender body,
Blue eyes and beautiful hair,
And a smile so heavenly...
A perfect beauty I have seen ever.

While sipping the hot coffee 
Glancing for a vacant seat
You came right to my table
I knew then, God had intervened in.

Moments I always thanked for
Flew across my mind 
As a bunch of lovely memories
While I walk past "The Cafeteria"

Our House

In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Our House."

    My first home as I remember was a white terrace home,which was the first house in a huge compound consisting of three other houses.There was a pathway leading to the home from the gate,alternatively a cement road was also present.It had shrubs which can be called as small trees,and they had lot of nests in them.

The first thing I remember about the home is its colour.It was a bluish white washed home in the late 80s.And it had a pattern grill on the verandah.And it showed beautiful patterns in the late afternoon,when the sun sets!

There was a small room as soon as you enter the home,which I believed was my room.We had a hall cum dining and adjacent to it was the only bedroom.The kitchen ? I don't rememeber :D,but I know there was one :D.

There was a huge open tank just outside our home,on to which I fell and drowned once.Though I don't rememeber,that happening.I was saved coz my mamma was determined enuf not to let me die!! Its a tale to be heard from my mom.

Ah..this was the home from where I disappeared briefly panicking my parents,while I fell asleep under the cot.

This home is where I had my first_friend_sleep_over :D

We welcomed my little brother in this home.I used to sing lullabies to him all the time.I also remember,stealing and hiding his toys and chocolates,and I myself forgetting where I kept it hidden!

...The memories,the closeness,the happiness..childhood..its magical! :)

The book I ended up loving!

A thick book with thousands of words in a single sentence!

I gulped when I first saw the book and I absolutely didn't want to read it,but then I also wanted to know why people were praising this book so much! :P

Thus slowly I began reading the book.It was very difficult especially the first 100 pages or so,but then I fell into a rhythmic track of reading.Slowly I fell in love with Roark,Dominique and their lives!

And when I finished,I became an object-fan of Ayn Rand ;)

Most overrated book I have read

Oh there are so many!! But nothing beats these:





Agreed that these books did instil a surge of "reading" into many new readers esp in our country,but I simply could not agree to the popularity of these books on lines of being great reads!!?? :(

MiTime

Inspired by this quote,today I felt like giving myself a promise to have"5 minutes to myself"!

I simply don't know what can be done in 5 mins or what will I get if I give myself some 5 mins.Well,I even don't know when this 5 mins will come by in my crazy day,but hey I will just try and keep this simple promise! :)

The Lump