The train began to move. The last few days passed away before I knew it and here I was alone on the journey. I felt lonely.
And it occurred to me that felt and left have just two consonants interchanged. Don't ask me why it occurred to me. But as usual I have a book to keep me company - "The Zahir" by Paulo Coelho.
I think I'm beginning to fall in love with Paulo Coelho. It's not the story nor the style of writing nor the concept. It's the person behind the book. He talks about love and all the usual stuff. But he's different.
It transforms the world around me. The dimensions of time and space do not mean anything to me. Pages turn and I am transported to France and Central Asia while in reality from Chennai to Bangalore. The book is a journey just like mine. In search of people emotions, energy of love.
But if there was one thing that I would like to change about the book, it would be the ending.
The book is about an extremely successful man who goes in search of his wife who left him. She had helped him become the success that he is and was very happy with him. Yet she left him. She was a war correspondent who found men at limits adorn ultimate love and came back to tell her husband the stories and yet she left him. She left him without notice. She just left him.
And as this wife transforms into his Zahir swallowing every thought of his, he begins his quest for her. And through this journey he finds out what really matters to her and what she truly is.
At the end of the novel he finally reaches her and gets her back. A happy ending, just like how I like it. But for this particular book I would have liked it if the story ended at her doorstep when he holds the doorknob and turns it. I felt it would have made more sense not to reveal what happens after he meets her. The reason being, the book is about the journey. It's not about the result.
Just like in the Bhagavadgeeta, concertrate on doing your best and forget about the result.