Reading vs watching

Here is something I understood today. Reading is more complex than watching. When you watch based on reviews it has a higher chance of meeting your expectation compared to read based on reviews. In reading the reviewer who uses a similar cognitive process will provide the best option.

A book having a good review means it has struck common ground between a lot of readers with a varied reading interests.

Yet instinctively i am against buying books based on reviews. I'd rather pick up something based on recommendations from someone familiar.

Listening to the heart

The yearning ---------------------- I had grown tired of the city I was living. Life had started to follow a routine. It was comfortable and it was good but in those minutes between, I had started to think otherwise. It had reached a point where those few minutes between started to influence the good times and I started to consider. Maybe it is time, I moved on. Move on from this comfort zone I was currently living to something new. Doubt ---------- Right now, there are moments I wonder if made the right choice. I realize it only means I should have done it sooner. The smooth and fast pace is now replaced by a need for patience, and learning and creating the new normal. I am now surrounded by a new set of people. A friend had once pointed out, " You are an acquired taste". So in all those moments of anxiety, I remind myself, give it time. Let the episode of your brash arrogance fade away, you can shine after. Until then, stay focused, there is a herculean task ah...

The moment

A fraction of time in my life, Moments I live for again and again, Etched in the canvas of my mind, Divine instants of simple Indian nature. I know not what makes them, I know not where to find them, I feel them when I see them, Flowing with the wind like the blood in my veins Proud to have lived and breathed here, They are the silent wonders of my country, An anti climatic creation of man and nature, Moments I die to live for Nothing out of the ordinary, Just the best that nature can offer, Comes with no parade nor notice, Yet there is nothing ordinary about them. What do I search when I know not what to search for, I hold on to this beautiful country of mine, Lying in wait patiently, for those moments of exuberance, Moments I happily die to live for.

The women of our world

Can you dream the capacity of a mother, The unparalleled reach of her affection, Depths of courage she finds, Caring for loved ones. Once a daughter, The apple of the eye, She will always be, Beautiful by creation. If there ever be good so pure, It shall lie in the arms of the mother, In the eyes of the angel looking at the loved, In the bonds between a father and a daughter. If there ever be one born to raise above all, Leave behind beautiful scars of memory, In everything she touches, In everyone she stumbles across. In the depths of darkness, If one were to chance upon hope, Look for solace in the hour of need, Look for them in her arms. Angels walking among mortals, Defining the course of our existence, Our past, present and future, In the arms of the women of our world. The arms that carried us from birth, More capable to carry the burden of world, Lead by example to a better tomorrow, One filled a touch of humanit...

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