The title for this one comes from a comment on a previous post. I kind of liked the phrase, so I thought I'd use it here.
In the last fortnight, I have rediscovered the avid reader in me. After I read three books during the shutdown, on the first day back at work, Bhatti handed me his copy of The Kite Runner, since he knew I wanted to read it. I have been reading it the last three evenings, and it has engaged me to the extent that I feel sleepy, but do not want to put the book down. Yesterday my mom was recollecting how I always used to fall asleep with a book in my hand or on my chest. That happened again last night. And the night before that. After a really long time. So my mom has, once again, added this item to her list of household duties. Keeping my book aside and putting out the light in my room.
This morning, a friend of mine sent me an e-mail mentioning the fact that I didn't write a post yesterday, and asking if everything was quite all right. That pointed out to me that my evenings have become a bit of a battle between my two addictions - blogging and reading, and the need for sleep.
My brother says that, some years back, I used to fall asleep reading something, and if he shook me a little, I would wake up, and not realise that I'd fallen asleep, and nonchalantly resume reading from the same point. He also claims that sometimes I used to wake up in the middle of the night, perform some random calculations on a notepad (a paper notepad) or a calculator, and go back to sleep. I also used to mumble stuff about sequences and series in my sleep. I know all this is a little far out, but I do think that most of it is actually quite accurate.
Guess what? Today I spent around fourteen hundred rupees at a bookstore. That's about as much as I spent on clothes on my last shopping trip. And today's shopping trip bought me a little more satisfaction than the last one. And a reason to look forward to many more odd evenings.