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Just before she'd come here she'd suddenly been battered by waves of a strange nostalgia. Strange because it had to do with things that were too trivial to really be missed: the water that collects in puddles in the holes in the pavements, the shades of neon left in that water by stray drops of petrol; the heavy, creaky old doors to the dark stairwells. She also missed the glazed earthenware plates with the brown band with the Spotem co-op logo on it that they used at the cafeteria to serve lazy pierogi with melted butter and sugar sprinkled on top. But then with time that nostalgia had seeped into the new land like spilled milk, not leaving any trace.
Flights, Olga Tokarczuk
The Namesake, dir. Mira Nair
imagine describing being bored and sleepy like this. unmitigable talent by our lady Virginia Woolf.
What a splendid read. I felt like my thoughts at the deepest and most intimate moments with the universe have been penned down by this glorious woman.
Being pummelled by the rain so hard made me feel strangely purified, and I want to hold on to that sensation a while longer.
Kafka On The Shore, Haruki Murakami
Kahlil Gibran
Coincidence? I think not.
āOn a winter night, she woke up from her dreams, and heard a person singing.ā
Found a bookshelf full of some really cool Chinese comics, even though I couldnāt understand more than half of it, I feel like I discovered a hidden treasure chest today.
Broad and yellow is the evening light,
The coolness of April is dear.
You, of course, are several years late,
Even so, Iām happy youāre here.
Sit close at hand and look at me,
With those eyes, so cheerful and mild:
This blue notebook is full, you see,
Full of poems I wrote as a child.
Forgive me, forgive me, for having grieved
For ignoring the sunlight, too.
And especially for having believed
That so many others were you.
- Anna Akhmatova (1915)
Translator Unknown
This book (by the person because of whom I am studying to become a doctor), reminds me of the beauty in nature, humans and islands even in the times of great atrocities, disease and war.
It makes me want to abandon my life here and hop onto the islands on the Pacific, surrounded by the big, majestic blue. š
š A Rainbow and a Star āļø
By Tithi Tavora
//in my schoolās library (Iām in college now)!
I feel quite sad knowing that autumn will end soon. I will miss it a lot as I freeze reading āThe Time Travellerās Wifeā by Audrey Niffeneger.
Books have a completely different charm when one reads them for a second time, especially if that second time comes after many years where your first time perspective had completely changed.
Books I planned to have finished reading this month. However, I am taking my time with these lovelies.
A delightful read about family life and surface level world politics.