Pieces of me

Lots of people who meet me think I am a bundle of contradictions. I quite agree to that. Although not always.
There are very simple things that make me happy. I like to keep my life as simple as possible. I like to sort things out before I sleep. I hate to sleep over a fight. I also do not like to talk much about my life to people. There is only one friend I share everything of my life with and she is very important. So she has a piece of me with her. It’s scary but I am comfortable with this.
Recently someone told me he was “smell” sensitive. Well even I am. I am sensitive the smell of a new book. I love the smell so much that I make it a point to buy my own book. I never borrow books. I love to keep my books as a collection with me. Each book on that shelf has a story to it other than its own. I buy books when I am travelling, when I am bored and when I want something to divert from the mundane life. So you know why they all have a story to tell me. One such book that stays with me is “The Christmas Carol” by Dickens. It’s a book I had read when I was a kid. The book stays as a memory as with that book I realised that even books can make you cry. Similar was the story of “The Match Girl” I do not even remember the author of the story but this story really disturbed me. The pathos was so real for a child to grasp. Now these are the stories I would want to write one day. I would want my stories to be real as much real as possible and at the same time impact the child in such a way that it stays on. That’s what a story is all about.
Some other things that really make me happy are old records. Yes my family has been into a lot of music and the variety has spanned from old English, to Hindi, to Bengali. I still remember the Sunday mornings. My father has a liking towards music and he loves to enjoy his music. So he blasts every song he loves. I still remember looking forward to these Sunday mornings. I was woken up my some melodious music. There are just so many songs – Cliff Richards, Simon and Garfunkel, Paul Anka, Elvis, Kishore Kumar, Mukesh, Hemant Kumar, Tagore music....the list is endless. Music still makes me happy. When I am really low, I just turn to my music. Till the time I don’t start humming the song and let myself transcend into another world I can’t stop listening I guess. Like even right now I am listening to some songs and getting into the flow and writing.
I have been on a break from work and everything in general. Just being back home and relaxing is so good for a change. I want to get bored so that I feel like going back to life. I do not know if this is a common thing with people. But I love taking these trips away from the world. I love to travel and be with myself. I love the journey more than reaching a destination. Just the fact that I meet so many new faces and have so many experiences is amazing. I may sound like a romantic here but I sometimes love to be in the dream world of my own. I am in control in this world. I like it. Probably a reason why I love John Keats. The pathos and the suffering was so heroic. As if he loved being sad. He almost defied therefore the concept of sadness. He celebrated it. I go back to his poetry every now and then.
For me a stimulating conversation is the best. I love the fact that I can connect with people. I have met some very interesting people in my life and most of them have made an impact in my life. I can write about them but they are just so precious that I keep the near and do not talk about them. I do not flaunt them. But trust me they all are such good people. Something to contribute in my life.
For now I am happy to share a page from my life with all of you there. More to keep coming later!! By the way each word I write is also a piece of me!!!
Good night to all of you!