We do talk to ourselves. Don’t we? I am sure nobody hears me when I talk to myself, when I see a bus (Chennai, MTC) go without stopping at the bus stop, especially after waiting for it for several minutes. Perhaps the bus driver doesn’t think that I am a person (and every other I’s there) waiting for the bus, and so he thinks that he can avoid the stop and reduce the trip time.
We don’t only talk to ourselves, we also talk to strangers. Somehow, we get reasons to talk. I can find a person, an elderly person, at least two in a week, who talks to me. Oh, it is the same dialogue: “How do I catch this bus if it stops 100 meters away from the bus stop?”. I feel pity for them. There is no way that they can run, compete and get on the bus. I understand both the bus driver and those waiting for the bus assume a different location from where the bus has to stop.
Adults talk to kids and sometimes talk to them that only the other adult can understand. There are times when kids do understand a few. That is what perhaps learning is. I was sure that mom had been talking to her son (I guess not more than 7 years old), and explaining her struggles with catching a bus. One of her struggles would be about the bus moving before she could get onto the bus completely. I think that that kid understood his mom in this case. The bus was moving in the traffic, and they waved their hands, singling the bus to stop. The bus was not crowded, and the driver stopped the bus for them. The kid got onto the bus very quickly and screaming all the way, “Amma varanga, wait pannunga!” (Please wait, mom is coming!). That situation, those words and the kid’s voice made me feel, for a second, that was the sweetest of feelings I ever felt in my life.
Usually, I buy and read book suggested by my friends but no one suggested me to read the book "The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini". I neither heard about it before I accidentally bought it. I was looking for the books I planned to buy in the Chennai Bookfair 2011 and I found this book . There was something attractive, though it was not as beautiful as of many of the books cover design, it should be the cover of it, because all I could see was only the book cover. I took it in my hand and asked myself, should I buy this?, yes was the answer and I bought it. I completed reading this book last week, after keeping it the shelf for almost 2 years. I am glad I got this book. It is one of best books I read in the recent years. The phrase " For you, a thousand times over " lingering in the mind is the proof that I really enjoyed reading this book and moved so much ;) " I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975 &
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