My bitc’hin
The Kiterunner
I just finished reading the novel ‘The Kiterunner’ by Khaled Hosseini in a record 2.5 hours. I can’t remember when the last time an author managed to enthrall me to the point where i simply couldn’t put a book down, even while travelling down the escalators. The story was so devastatingly sad that reading it once is enough for me.
I tried reading the novel again but i just couldn’t seem to do it. I felt depressed when i know what was going to happen. I wanted to scream at the book, at the character; to let him know what was going to happen and what he should have done. Damn the emotional side of me.
Had fun last weekend. Met up with some friends of mine. Met up with Eliana for lunch and coffee at Starbucks. Realised something about her. Such a petite girl and yet such a healthy appetite. I swear i will challenge her to a eating contest one of these days.
City life is starting to bore me. Shopping incessantly is starting to take its toll on me. I find myself staring at expensive designer goods, counting in my head whether i have enough cash to spare. This is not how i intend to spend my life, wasting it with shopping, eating and drinking.
I am starting to miss the days where its just nature and me. Miss the smell of salty sea breeze and the moistness of morning dew upon my skin. Miss the rustling of leaves and chirping of crickets. Miss the stillness of the night where the scent of burning wood assails my nose.
And most of all, i miss the pleasure of drinking warm coffee and having a cigarette in the cold dampness of a rainy night.
