𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻
After almost 13 months of bookstagramming, I made my 400th post recently. I thought of making it a bit personal and expressive, so I went ahead penning down how I got into reading and writing.
Just a few days back, I stumbled upon this green diary which belongs to my Uncle. It contains his random musings and his favorite songs written in impeccable handwriting. While I was flipping through its rustic old yellow pages, I wondered how we all carry the genes of our forefathers resulting into what we eventually become. It is not that our entire self is constructed only out of what we inherit but we do inevitably inherit so many qualities which shape us in our formative years.
My father was an avid reader in his teenage. He recounts how voraciously he used to read and finish a book within a day. At the same time, he never bought me books in my childhood. He used to argue that reading novels distract you from studies. I had to make myself capable enough to be able to buy whatever catches my whim and fancy. How I wish our Indian parents could be more encouraging of other activities than just studying! I remember how I used to look at the faintest sign of a written word whenever I visited anyone’s home in my childhood. I would search for books or magazines or newspapers because just the thought of holding them in my hands made me ecstatic. The mere idea of having books surrounding me makes me happy and probably that’s the reason why I love splurging on books.
My Uncle was a person invested in creative writing. I never got to see him since he died young but his poems amuse me with their simplicity and lyrical quality. My Grandfather was a simple man and a strict disciplinarian. I got this habit of waking up before the Sun rises from him. Coming from a family of lawyers, I have been blessed with an eye for detail and analytical ability. I am shrewd at picking people around me and that hopefully saves me a lot of drama :p
My Grandma was a lady with astute judgment for finance. She kept a track of all the money in the family efficiently spending only on the necessary things. She was more of a saver and that’s how I happen to become a miser who’d always be driven towards saving because that always pays you well in the long run. And from my mom, I got love for independence. In all, I see a reflection of different people when I look at myself in the mirror.
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