I might not have read them all with same reckless unvarying love yet I knew them all. Though even to dislike I had to read them - to add some legitimacy to my disfavour...

The element of deliberateness implicit in the act of surrender vanishes giving way to the beautiful arising of awareness - the blossoming of a flower. The moment dawns when the illusion of 'Action' yields to the reality of 'Happening'...god smiles.

Mystery never abandons its name and lovers...and its mysteriousness!

Amar saathe cholcho o megh
Amar saathei bolcho
Amar motoi chaicho o megh
Amar motoi jhorcho.

Kothaye harai
Kothaye palai
Kothaye je jai bol
Meghbalika amar saathe arektu dur chol.

Boddo gorom boddo bheja 'boddo' sob'er majhe
Ojana sob bhalolaaga notun kore baje.

Toiri ami? Ta jani na
Hoyeto ba bhan kori
Tai to hothath nil akashe
Tomar khoj'ei pori.

First you turn a page and then the page turns you.That tipping point may appear on 43rd page or somewhere around 17th...or just anytime!

Every book I cast my eyes on tries my preparedness for surprises [or the lack of it] and often smiles back with cunning antipathy. Some unflinching trust in not choosing and being chosen by a book keeps me moving...and eventually find the defining page or word to justify my effort...I move on smiling! 

Suddenly flipping pages becomes 'reading the Book'...

There are mornings...and then comes 'The Morning'...beginning way before the night ends with unmitigated anticipations unfurling wings to soar to unexampled heights...the morning yields to day though the mood stays on...indefinitely!

As I revisit classic works of fantasy, new meanings surface revealing the far deeper metaphors they carefully carry...