Monday, 18 July 2016

But by bit today a day

Where did today go? 
Well there's always tomorrow and so the days wear on and suddenly your time's up. 
It was a day most frustratingly jammed with housework. My hands haven't seen a wetter day..that is to say, that my hands have been constantly wet with chores that required water. Hah. 
If that's wasn't enough, I'd to step out for some important work in this sweltering heat, which effulgently white, scorching and bright is not even 30 Celsius, yet it drips with unholy warmth of sunshine wrath. I had to squint my eyes through night tinted shades. Gah!

Apart from that, whatever little time I had stashed, I spent reading a new book 'the mine'
Most Indian authors I've ever read were either Hindi or Urdu (also written in Hindi). This is probably the second English book by an India author I've ever read/reading. 

T'was a gift and came highly recommended by my sister in law..and she usually does me right by recommendation of books. 

I'm guessing this is some sort of horror , it's unfolding still, and though it isn't as enrapturous as you'd expect, it still hasn't bored me yet. So going still, at easy pace. 
The only thing I have some issues with is the way it's written. 

The language is kinda colloquial, and though some passages and sentences are meant to be beautiful?, and imaginative, I feel they fail at both..or maybe I'm being too harsh. 
It's like the author realizes he's not written something poignant in the last two paragraphs, so tries to fit in metaphors and comparatives with a flourish. 

- I wanted to answer 'the dustbin'

-Uh!

Is this really mean of me? 
It feels like an overkill, sort of. If one can't come up with beautiful imagery or deep thoughts, then one should refrain from persisting with them. I mean it could have been a lot simpler and still made an impact. 
Sentences like these, (though admittedly a work of intellectual rumination stemming from hours of writing :|), somehow make you want to roll your eyes at the superficial and flimsy attempts at trying to sound highbrow or cerebrally enchanting. They also fail at projecting a proper image of what the author intends to reflect in your minds eye. 

Let's see how it all unfolds. Soon..




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