Happyness

I was standing next to a boy, who was walking with his slightly taller friends. They were going to the library to borrow some books; I gathered out of the small talk they had. Few new books had been ordered by the library, said the one called Vivekanand, the tallest of the three. The one called Vasanth was chatting a bit hyperactively. They entered the library and got the familiar smile of recognition from the librarian, smiling inwardly that his guess that we would be the ones to visit the library first had proved right. We looked at the books on display. Vasanth took a copy of "Short stories " by Agatha Christie and his eyes shone with excitement. The relatively shorter guy's eyes reflected their excitement. Vivek however took another book from the pile and showed it to him. He read the title " Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone" and he looked at the cover art- A nerdy looking guy in front of an express. however the Agatha christie book had more meaning to him. His mother had suggested reading that. Vivek said " Read this da. It is fun. nice imagination."

Vasanth " De idha padi da. my limit is over otherwise i would have borrowed this. " . The little guy made a decision. He had both books in his hands......

The room swirled into mist. My feet were drawn up, up and out of that old library. I smiled recollecting what happened next. I smiled as in my mind I pictured the little boy, choose the HP book and telling himself he'll get at the Agatha Book later, as the three walked back to their class, Vasanth still cribbing that the book was childish.

I twirl it a bit....

A blurred image forms in front of his eyes. A tousle haired bespectacled boy swims into focus. I see him pouring over a line from the book. "Help is always available at Hogwarts for those who need it." He let out a low whistle and a silent swear word at the genius of the author.

Once again the scene swirled like mist. I came back to the present. I had finished what the little guy had set out on 7 years ago, and what the older guy had almost completed 4 hours ago, I realise with a shudder that, I have completed it, in the present. Seven years and seven books later, Harry's and my task are over.

The genius of Rowling will always linger on. the mind is an amazing device. One cannot quite predict how it will act. Rowling's formed a magical world in a coffee pub, Waterson's found an imaginary friend for a little guy, mine chose to read about both. The beauty of the seventh book cannot be stated in words. Love and trust are two feelings wherein one cannot exist in the absence of other. You trust the ones you love and u always love the ones you trust. Faith is something which is hard to develop and harder to shake off. In times of stress only the memory of good times keep us together. So if ever you feel sorry for something you've done, don't hesitate to make amends for it. It is a great feeling trust me. Knowing that people are out for you there. It is great pain to find out that the ones you knew have turned into the ones whom you wish you never knew.

Life is all about second chances, Innit?? That's why we've got something called memory. The cactus thorn stuck on your ass which hurts whenever you settle to let it rest. It won't go unless you've set it right. You'd hope for someone to take it out for you. Sometime sit may happen. Mostly, it is you that has to take the initiative or keep wishing someone else would.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. One would like to meet death without a thorn in the backside wouldn't one??

As they say the wand chooses the wizard, but the wand gets its identity from the wizard.

Make a mark.

Cia..