When you are grateful every day for the universe to let you get drenched in the beauty of nature through literature.
It’s been days since I completed 1984 by George Orwell, and now I’m incapable of getting it out of my head.
And I realized how literature molded me, how much I love reading stories, and how fondly I have cherished these stories over time.
Navigating the characters I have read over time, gasping over the totality of the content I read, finding an opportunity to understand what, how, when, and why and being able to create a conclusion for it is an accomplishment for me.
In many ways, the books and stories recommended in my curriculum shake me from the core, trying to get me out of the illusion of a perfect world. When I read pride and prejudice, the ultimate happiness in finding Mr.Darcy, he bewitched my soul.
But then Bernard Shaw’s Saint Joans, Everyday use by Alice Walker, The tell-tale heart by Edgar Allen Poe, A doll’s house by Kate Choplin, Pali by Bhisham Sahni, and more such stories introduced me to a new life, a life I craved for, a part of me that was desperately seeking to grow through literature, to join the strings between fiction and reality.
As much as I love reading this pure magic, it is also terribly intense. And I crave these intense feelings. But in many ways, these books are sharp, straightforward, and a reality check of the past. It gives an introduction and a fresh perspective on the past. It makes you travel through a journey of history, its significant timelines, and its repercussions which we can trace to date.
The words of William Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, Wordsworth, Alexander Pope, George Bernard Shaw, Jane Austen, and George Orwell have the charm to lure you into a world of love, life, past, present, and future.
These are the stories that you read, even if it breaks you. Some are absurd, some show you a ray of hope, some are morally wrong, and some show the real meaning of accomplishment.
The above picture consists of three books that are a part of this semester. I completed 1984 by George Orwell, which is insanely and amazingly narrated and intensely terrifying thoughts that will be stuck with you.
For the rest two books, I’ll be completing them soon.
But I can assure you one thing, all the writers from the 16th century till date have made being alive a beautiful thing. These books are the epitome of knowing the power of words.
And I’ll be forever grateful for these stories!