Oh! To be able to read!

Its been a long time since I blogged. Most of the time the mind is empty of thoughts. Only a fresh list of things to do hovers in the mind, day and night. Like an automaton I go through the waking hours of my life. Sleep is like a drifting into an unconscious state. This can't carry on.

Though there's been one important development. For the first time, after maybe two-three years, I have actually read a book to its end. The Immortals of Meluha. I liked the book, with its mix of myth and allegory. I intend to read the next one too, the one about the Nagas.

Why I consider this as an important development is that in recent times I seemed to have lost the concentration required to read a book. In fact, in the last 12-13 years, I may have read only a handful of books, whereas earlier I could finish a book in seven days and move on to the next one soon after. I would buy books unendingly. Reading was once my all-consuming passion. Then, in the last 16 years the mundane realities of daily existence so engrossed my mind that I forgot what it was to relax. Such was my state that if I was sitting idle, an alarm would go off in my mind telling me that perhaps I had forgotten to do something. I am not much better off now. Even as I am writing this, my thoughts have abandoned me.