Naina Agarwal

Picture Courtesy:  Meghna Middha I am not going to tell you all that phony, superficial, pseudo-passionate, wannabe stuff like, hug your read at night, keep it under your pillow and sleep or orgasm over the smell of the old books. That is no romance. That is no making love to the book. NO! I am not going to ask you to avoid picking up a sex story that’s hiding itself under the veil of campus fiction written by an engineer still in his 20s because well, I am not judging. And I am certainly not going to establish a hierarchy in hardback/paperback, ebook, kindle edition as the medium of read is a matter of choice. What I am going to tell you is the correct way to read! Choose your read Literature is an umbrella term. From poetry to fiction to prose, there are various genres that can overwhelm you, but don’t you worry! Here is an idea- choose one genre and then choose the category in it. For instance, you can start with fiction and go for novels written by American writers,

“A good conversation or a good book?”  Verrill, Allissa | Pinterest  I recently came across this question on Social Media and it had me wondering. A good book certainly sounds better than a good conversation since apart from providing pleasure, it also contributes to the attainment of individual knowledge.  Being a bibliophile and an introvert, choosing a good book over a good conversation came as an instinctive reply from my insides but then I thought for a while. Why not a good conversation? Why not keep a book aside since it is not going anywhere and try to delve in a deep conversation with another individual? Couldn’t reading a  chehra  be as interesting as reading  kitaabein bahut si  if we give it a shot? Isn’t it worth giving a shot? And while we are talking about conversations, why do they necessarily have to be good in the first place? What element leads to clipping the positive adjective of good with conversation ? Does it have to be informative? Does it have

Pinterest | Linda Owen You sneak into my thoughts, When I am not alone, Like a breeze enters half-empty room; Enters stealthily from a window left unintentionally open; Whispers the arrival of storm to the curtains of the window; Enters softly, gradually, and then intensely. ***

Listen, darling, this is a verse; Handled in maturity, baked in words. Here is rhyme, here is some scheme, And here I infuse some figure of speech. See how I use the device of Repetition, How I take care of proper punctuation. Imagine me infusing ornamental words here; Imagine me using embellished lingo there. Expect me to give it a classic touch, To make it look like a conventional bum. And here, in this line, we change the stanza. Bear with me on this musical extravaganza. I have not kept the net down, Ain’t playing tennis like Frost; By now you must guess Where the references are from. See to the foot, and watch the metre; Look at the rhythm; notice words sweeter. I don’t care about Mitchell, I can’t ignore people; I want appreciation, am a learned reaper. Only a fool would lose meaning in his 'play,' But I am a scholar, my verse will slay. For I have read a great deal of things; I know the technique, Oh, I know how it links. What do they know of