My Inescapable Thought Abyss

Imagine this, you walk into a book sale, see so many unfamiliar authors’ life’s works around, so many people around so many tables choosing the next books on their ‘to-read’ list, so many bored people who just came to accompany their bookish friends to a book sale – sitting in a corner when their friends abandoned them temporarily because they were lost in the book world, what do you do? I’d freak out. And that’s exactly what I did. So many books. I thought nobody read books these days instead binged on movies made on so-called ‘worthy’ books. I was wrong. And I was happy I was wrong. Only, more readers meant, even though those people had a hall full of tables on which books were kept, they couldn’t keep up with the pace while refilling – the books kept going that fast. And, I did forget to mention that it wasn’t an ordinary book sale having a few percent discount on select genres or authors, it was legit a ‘book hoarder’s sale.’ Honestly, I love the i

                                                                                                                                              A John Green Novel. ** Spoiler Alert, you've been warned. ** SYNOPSIS:  It all begins with a fugitive billionaire and the promise of a cash reward. Turtles All the Way Down is about lifelong friendship, the intimacy of an unexpected reunion, Star Wars fan fiction and tuatara. But at its heart is Aza Holmes, a young woman navigating daily existence within the ever-tightening spiral of her own thoughts.In his long-awaited return, John Green shares Aza's story with shattering, unflinching clarity. Here's what I thought about it: I think the thing about a John Green novel is that more than it gives you the story, It gives you the feels of the truth. The truth which would probably be too harsh to accept or the truth which is the absolutely correct interpretation of it that leaves you baffled. For those who didn’t

Its night time and I’m on an airplane and when I look down, all I can see are specks of illumination, a sign of life. If I were to exaggerate and speak, there is no square metre of land that is accessible to us and not owned by us.  By us, I mean humans. Individually we may or may not own a lot of land. But if you see it amongst us humans, we have huge portions of it. Like, huge. So large they can house millions, hold cities, metropolises. From above, the land looked so vast. And the vastness did not fail to fascinate me. It was as if an enchanting spell. So much that I'm yet to comprehend. I have to admit you get a better view from a height. Okay following this statement, it might go a little on the crazy side. By crazy I mean my hopelessly imaginative side. Flying over cities, like I said, I see specks of light. They look like stars in the night sky. Sure they don't twinkle. But there's spots of light in the dark. Just like we see in the sky. Apologies, bu