Landour days

One of the best journals that I have ever read is Landour days by Ruskin bond. He captures the magic of writing in a way that no other could.

I can see him sitting on a hilltop on the grass with his typewriter penning down the words that weaves magic into our souls.I can see him taking those long walks on the roads of Mussoorie. When he talks about how being alone and being lonely are two very different things, it surprised me that someone else thought the same things I did. The  winter flowers he talked about, the summer flowers he loved, the cold hills of Mussoorie, the quirky people, I loved them , I smelled them, I met them, I felt them, it felt like petrichor, all the while reading curled up on my bed on a cool breezy rainy day.


On reading

It started with Cinderella and Rapunzel, Alice in wonderland, Aesop’s fables and all those little stories in text books, balarama, Tinkle, Akbar and Birbal, Tenali Raman …

Famous Five to Secret Seven, Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, Sherlock Holmes and Shakespeare…

Harry Potter..

Robert Frost, Wordsworth, Coleridge, e e cummings, Emily Dickinson…

Ruskin Bond, John Green, Grisham, Sidney Sheldon…

Wodehouse, Jhumpa Lahiri, Markus Zusak and many more.

Each time I read, I am not reading, I am morphing into an invisible time travelling ghost that fleets through the scenes, the one who knows it all . It’s pleasure that no else can give.

Maybe that’s why I am a fast reader because I need to dwell in that fantasy world. I read, I finish and I get back to reality. But when I read, I need to do it in one sweeping motion, no matter how many hours it take, in one sweep, I need to do it.


                          “She reads books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live”
I have been trying to ease in and read in a slow pace, but that never happened except for non fiction. I know it’s important to read slowly, absorb and think about it. But does fiction fit that bill? Sure, I do that for non fiction. I have been wondering if I should pause, and maybe stop reading more than three books a week. Is it too much? I mean, there was a week where I read about 25 novels, back to back, non stop.

So here I am, promising myself that I will read only one book per week unless it’s a thriller. I’ll re read and analyze , absorb and remember.

What do you go for? Fast paced or slow?