It has been years since I woke up early to know where my story was heading. The curiosity hardly allowed me to sleep. To my joy, it happened when ever I read a good mystery. Forgetting time and space, I could travel with the characters. I have never been to places like Liverpool or Manhattan. But neither am I far away from them. I even felt the characters were aware of my presence. I could touch them and even speak to them. The feelings appealed to my heart. Global barriers never existed for me.
But as the time flew, the interaction with them diminished. And then, it stopped all of a sudden. The distance grew. I became a stranger to them. I badly wanted to be with them but was not able to.
I still remember when my mom rebuked me for not helping her with the domestic chores. The picture was like this : I lay reading in the bed. She comes and start scolding. There comes a halo all around me including the bed. But her rebukes touches the halo and bounce back. It never reached me. I was engrossed in reading. Those were happy days. Unfortunately, it ended.
I thought either I lost my innocence or become prejudiced that reduced all the fun while reading. But after so many.....so many years those happy days are back.
A few days ago, I got an unexpected break from my work. My mom fell ill and she had to undergo a surgery. In the hospital, I had to attend her all through the night for two days. She was put on iv drip. I had to alert the nurses when each bottle finished.
To keep me awake, I started reading a book. I was reading non – fiction then. Hence I decided to stick to a mystery to keep me cool. I started reading ' A little gentle sleuthing by Betty Rowlands. [ A murder occurs in an English county. Incidentally, it happened to be the abode Melissa Craig, a renowned mystery writer chose to retreat in peace from the hustle and bustle of London and write a mystery. But the murder occurs right under her nose. Melissa did not want herself to be included in real time sleuthing but end up doing the same]
Coming back to my story, my dad took my place after her operation. I was left all alone in my house. To my pleasant surprise, I was again into reading, forgetting once more the time and the space. When my mom returned, she found the house in a mess. Rebukes ensued. But I was happily reading. Once again the halo encircled me. Even my mom could feel my happiness as her rebuke ended with a smile.
Maybe it was my hectic schedule that robbed me of my fun.