Just Finished Reading….

Agatha Christie never ceases to amaze me. Just when you think you’ve got the plot worked out and know who the culprit is, Christie will take you by complete surprise. This story had a very strange murder. Interesting, but strange. You’ll be hooked onto this book all along because till the end you’d have no clue as to where the story will lead to but in the end it all falls smoothly into place. Absolutely recommended to anyone looking for a light, mystery read. Overall this one gets a 4 on 5.

PS: I’ve got to complete atleast 50 books till year end but so far I’ve got to 12… Terrible score… So reading overtime now!

On Beauty…

Beauty, they sell it cheap,

In bottled liquids and perfumed solids

Why, Everyone! Even the distasteful

Can torment you with their tantalizing and shallow appeal

Drifting Along… Senseless

Why is this feeling so horribly sweet and painful?

It tears me apart to think that I can’t even step forward… what is the point of doing so really?

I can’t get myself to tell him and I can’t exercise enough restraint

I look at myself and then at him… and I feel like I’m cruising along a wild journey while he’s on a meaningful path.

 
 

Why does love come so unbidden?

Tears don’t,

Smiles don’t

Hate doesn’t

Anger doesn’t

Pity doesn’t

Adoration doesn’t

Then why does love?

 
 

I keep thinking of the same person, revising the same conversation in my head over and over again. What is pointless is not the repetition but the fact that the conversation will never take place for real.

 
 

Why can’t I just throw away that which brings sorrow? Perhaps ‘coz it is the only grandiose feeling that I have learnt to feel.

 
 

Will he, won’t he… does he, doesn’t he… shall I, shan’t I?

Every single question brings along its counter

Why can’t the questions for once bring along with them their answers?

 
 

Why do blank questions stare at me in the face and demand judgments?

Why can’t every love-related question have a simple yes or no with no strings attached?

Why can’t the feeling of love be mutual?