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July 27, 2013 1 Comment
Sometimes, when you love someone, then the most difficult thing that you can endure isn’t losing them but having to watch them lose you.
You cry not because of your own loss, but because you know someone else is crying too.
May 25, 2013 2 Comments
There is something weird about reading novels on romance because I have never been able to read one. Yes, Love Story by Eric Segal is something almost everyone has read and so have I, but I must declare, with humbleness, that that is where my affair with the genre ends (so far as reading books is concerned).
I’ve bought and read hundreds of books in my life – philosophy, biographies, crime, drama, humor, etc. – but I have never been able to pick up another book on romance. I’ve heard a lot about authors who write very good romance and I’ve also considered getting my hands on Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare, but something doesn’t click. Trust me, I am not against the concept of romance, and like everyone else, I do aspire for it in the same way, but there is something about these books that makes me keep away from reading them.
After years and years, I finally own The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks – a book that is only about 180 pages. I’ve had it with me for over 2 months and yet I am unable to finish it.
What is this phobia then? Is it the fear of loss or the possibility of happiness that they might falsely promise?
Confessions of a Disquisitive Writer 