Murakami to the rescue.

Sorry for prolonged absence, I have been insanely busy these days.

Vacations are officially over.

I have half written the verdict of the contest in my last post but I need a little time. Thanks for participating, both the contenders loved it.

It’s about something else.

I have been having a wierd problem for more than a year at least.

It started when my mother was sick and we all pretty much knew what’s going to happen soon. It was her last year with us and everyone was trying to spend maximum time with her. (Btw it’s her birthday today).

I would sleep with her. And at night we both were busy with our own hobbies. Mom would watch cooking shows on youtube or do crocheting and I would be working on my blog or reading a book.

I bought a lot of books that year and read many. But something started happening.

I don’t know how or when. A point came when I would pick book to read and 3 4 pages into it I would feel something crystallize and freeze.

That’s so not me.

I have been an avid reader all my life. And being a restless person I would rush to finish a book.

Well. I felt maybe it’s about the book so I started the other one. And then another one.

So, at one point I was struggling between 3 books at once. Freezing between the pages. Desperately wiping the frost and kicking those walls of ice that trapped me.

Then last month I took out the trial again (yes, the same Franz Kafka the trial you have seen me whining about), I forced myself to finish it.

I challenged myself but then a point came I slapped myself back to reality. I didn’t have to do this.

I had read 3/4th of the book and everytime I opened it, it would start draining my mind. I closed the book and read the rest of the plot on wikipedia. I needed a closure.

But I had done one more stupidity. I baught a few books. This time just 2.

Last whole month my mind turned into a swamp of murky mossy water, thanks to unhealthy amount of socializing.

I needed a break. You might not believe it, I was struggling to make sentences. I couldn’t join words properly.

I felt like words became a million violent molecules and they were bumping into inner walls of my head, those too in different voices, tones and dialects.

It was suffocating.

And then came Murakami.

It was his book “Men without women” that broke the mental ice.

I kept it in my bag while leaving home for UAE.

Once I started reading, I didn’t stop.

I read it at airport, during flight, in the car and the rest on my couch.

And I proudly announce I was able to finish a book after more than a year.

It was such a relief.

Not being able to read felt like a chronic disease.

Will do the review later.

Maybe because it has short stories. But then I had oblivion by David foster Wallace, but I couldn’t read that too.

So it has to be something about Murakami.

Well. Too much of rambling.

As I’m back to routine be prepared to get tortured by my posts everyday.

That’s all for now.

Take care.

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Kindly visit my post Warriors Invited To Raise Mental Health Awareness where I am inviting Mental Health Warriors to submit their blog’s address so that we can join hands to control this wildfire.

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