The LOST ART

Book reading is a lost art.

Even if you are reading curriculum books, there is a way to interpret it and process it so that it stays in your memory much faster and easily. It is an art which can be instilled.

Similarly the art of reading story books can be taught to students who have never touched a story book . It is a very pleasant experience and involves the awakening of all our senses.

This lost art must be revived as times have come when staying indoors is losing the charm of cementing connections between family members. I personally feel that book reading can rejuvenate our lives and make it rich, regardless of material gains.

This is not the age of entrepreneurs, this is an age of restoring family bonds and building a community. A community where the majority read story books and poetry is the vision that I nurture and nourish in my private dreams.

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The third chapter

Party time. Romantic rendezvous. Promise of upscaling. Serendipity is blossoming into habit. Modernity interferes with tradition. The breaker of rules is the heart-broken one. The ice starts setting. Warmth turns to heat, then iced thoughts break a spirit.

The drift you get out of reading a chapter in a book takes you further to turn the next page. “Little women” is not so cosy anymore in its third chapter . The outside world has gained entry into the tight knit family fabric

Spices Affect

Spices in cookery art is the gold dust we embellish ornery dishes with; it gives out a significant aroma of welcomeness.

Besides cookery art my day is filled with day dreaming , a sort of preparation for furthering my blogging initiative or job search.

Thoughts are like torches that light the pathway of our actions. They also simmer above the pavement of our neighbourhood thus fulfilling our mundane duties into sensation of something juicy by giving the impression of purpose filled acts.

Why write about all this and make it sound exotic? So that the reader imbibes the essence of my presence and like spices they too freshen up my life, thus then leave the sleeping, swampy pond of stale waters. And flow.

Readers and Writers beware

For people who are engaged with stories:

  • Cast a critical eye on one’s immediate surroundings. Perhaps book reading or writing is a form of escapism from one’s current lifestyle.
  • Sweep up the dust, clear out the clutter, reduce your needs and surrounding decor to a bare minimal so that upkeep of it is manageable.
  • Do not let your moods dictate your fingers. Yearn for silken silence so that thoughts flow like crystal clear water.
  • Aim for peace within and without. A happy world rather than a fun world because fun evaporates but peace has a collective powerful existence

Chimayó

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Longreads

Esmé Weijun Wang | an excerpt from The Collected Schizophrenias | Graywolf | January 2019 | 17 minutes (4,971 words)

When I walked into the neurologist’s office in 2013 with C., it should have been apparent that something was very wrong with me. I struggled to keep open my eyes, not because of exhaustion but because of the weakness of my muscles. If you lifted my arm, it would immediately flop back down again as though boneless. My body frequently broke out into inexplicable sweats and chills. On top of all that, I had been experiencing delusions for approximately ten months that year. My psychiatrist suspected anti-NMDA receptor encephalitis, made famous by Susannah Cahalan’s memoir, Brain on Fire: My Months of Madness, but that did not explain everything that was wrong with me, including the peripheral neuropathy that attacked my hands and feet, my “idiopathic fainting,” or the extreme…

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Epoch

Perfect for blogging inspiratio Read it like having my morning tea…refreshed.

The Renegade Press

I recently read an article that said more than 95% of blogs fail within their first twelve months. The reasons for failure vary from a lack of readership, to loss of interest on behalf of the author, and everything in between. But regardless of why they fail, the number shocked me. As I mentioned in my previous post, I have been writing for this site for six years. I never envisioned that I would be one of the minority that made it.

I have always tried my hardest to write from the heart, and have told myself since the inception of this site that an author’s dreams are achieved when they move just one reader. But a friend recently brought to my attention that I have a subscriber list just shy of twenty thousand, and I felt that the milestone, coupled with the release of my sophomore novel, and my six year anniversary of blogging was worth acknowledging. 

Although I…

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