It’s strange to begin an anecdote in 2020 which revolves around masks, but there is absolutely no other way to talk about this book. Years ago, I read a fact disguised as an inspirational quote – “The person you’ll spend the most time with is yourself”. In that light, it is perhaps the strangest possible notion that people spend almost all their lives running away from certain truths, put on certain masks to hide parts of themselves, and worst of all, are afraid of embracing themselves. This is the sad state of the world where we live in, where a person will much rather fake their entire journey of life, just to fit in, and shudder to even think of giving into their true selves for even a second.
Don’t get me wrong, there are tons of individuals who proudly embrace who they are, and what they want, and seize it. But that’s not what this book is about. I like to believe that life is a culmination of mostly ordinary moments, with beautifully heartwarming, blood-pumping-through-your-veins moments sprinkled across. These moments are…strange, often turmoil inducing and difficult to digest. But that’s the beauty of life. The moments that are going to be seared into your memory…are perhaps the ones which won’t make any logical sense to you, but would be the ones which made your heart soar, made you giddy with joy.
To that extent, this book is an ode to every such memory you’ve had, and will have. Every smile that comes to your face. Every time you think of your first crush or your first kiss. That unadulterated pure joy and exhilaration. You might not remember what you had for breakfast this morning, but you sure as hell would never forget how his breath felt on your neck as he hugged you or how she leaned in and whispered something in your ear. I guess The Shins summed it up perfectly when they wrote “Love’s such a delicate thing that we do, with nothing to prove…which I never knew”
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