10:38 AM
I have been been clocking in unhealthy bed-times of close to 5 in the mornings for the past 2 nights, only because I simply couldn't put down The Kite Runner. I started reading the 340-page ficticious novel on Wednesday, and I have been hooked on it ever since. I finished the book early Saturday morning.
It was great.
I half-suspect that the book was dipped in a pot of old magic just before it reached my hands, because it felt like an invisible cord was released and looped around me as I took in the first few words of the story. I was kept incessantly wanting for more as I read on, as though a taut rope was pulling me along the plot non-stop through the flurry of words, like running rapidly through a dense field of overgrown grass in summer.
What a heart-wrenching novel. It's the kind of story that manages to thread its way deep into you, and makes your internal system curl up whenever you think of it simply because it has touched you right in the crevice of your heart.
It's the kind of book that makes you sad that you have finished reading it. Now when I see the novel lying innocently on my table, its simple and well-kept appearance deceptive of the whirlwind of a world it contains inside, I find my eyes lingering on it for just a little longer.
In that moment, I am reduced to a little girl standing outside a sweet shop that has closed down for good. I stand, in a faded flowery dress with a white collar, one hand twirling the stray thread that hangs from the lacy hem of my dress, and the other playing with my hair, I stand, head slightly tilted to the side, peering coyly through the window.
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Church today was awesome. While we were worshipping, it felt as though the Heavens opened as a massive cloud of singing and sincere hearts rose, rose, rose, and presented itself to the King of Kings.
Thanks guys, for making it happen. For all the effort, thought and time put into making the service special. There was just such a wholesome and complete feeling about service today. Thanks, guys. :)
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Sometimes you don't realise how much you have missed a person until you start talking again. When the hearts open, when the truth comes out, when all the feelings come rushing back.
Tonight's time spent together reminded me of the very first telegraph connection that spun off the entire telecommunication journey. Ours was just like that connection over time and distance, strong enough to carry the message "What hath God wrought?" in the most sincere way possible.
It was a great night together, A. I know I have told you many times tonight, but I'll still say it again. I've missed you. And it feels really good to have you back in my life. Really.
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Just very recently I worked on a short clip that is simply LOL and even ROFL in all its glory. I still can't stop laughing about it!!!
You the best la, M.
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