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“You should dat…

“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
— Rosemarie Urquico

I’ve always been a the girl with a book in her bag, no matter where I went. That is why this quote speaks so deeply to me.

It is such a fad these days to judge people by what they look like, but the readers, like me, know not to judge a book by its cover. I just hope more people can realize that a “sexy” isn’t in the shape of a woman’s curves but in how sharp her wit is, how seasoned her intellect.


Coffee Mornings (Session 2)

Trust is a very strong word. But it’s funny how a lot of us take it so lightly. By just trusting the wrong people, you’re putting yourself in danger. This danger isn’t mostly of physical harm as that of mental and emotional hurt.
Physical wounds take time but they heal; emotional wounds don’t.
Now the question is whom do we trust. Yeah, we know it should be our parents and our siblings because they are the only people who really know us. But even there you might be disappointed. And the same dilemma will keep haunting you all the time. So, here’s the simplest solution, put your trust in the only person who knows you and understands you better than anyone else, who knows your strengths and weaknesses and is the only one who is always (ALWAYS) there: Yourself.
Yeah, it’s hard. Yeah, we hate ourselves for various reasons. Yeah, we suck at everything we do. But WE are the only one’s who really know all that, right? So, why trust someone else who’s most probably going to put us into misconceptions about ourselves and will probably end up breaking that trust anyway, when we can put it in someone about whom wee are sure that they are always going to match upto our expectations? Why not give ourselves a chance?

Coffee Mornings (Session 1)

This morning, I woke up to find that there was no hot water in the bathroom, no coffee in the coffee-maker, no milk in the fridge and no ironed clothes in my closet. For about 5 minutes I panicked, I didn’t know what I was going to do. To me, my world was coming to a stand still.

But then I heard something, the faintest sound of traffic from the main road outside, my neighbour shouting at her kids to get ready for school and my brother already playing his video games in the living room.

Now what does that imply? It implies that the world was still spinning, I was still breathing and life continued to move on as always.
So, what did I do? I skipped the bath, ironed a new outfit myself and grabbed coffee from the cafe on the corner of my street.

I’m not trying to explain my problems here. I’m merely trying to say that a lot of people are put into similar situations everyday, when we think that our world is going to crash, or we’re going to stop breathing, or the sky’s going to fall down on top of our head. But nothing like that happens. The world keeps moving on and we are compelled to find our way around the obstacle in our way.

But why panic in the first place? That’s because sometimes we forget what we really want, what we really need. We lose track of what our real goals are and we waste our time on things that hold no real value. We become stupid and reckless, in the end, hurting ourselves more than others. No need to say that’s not how we planned it.

How long it takes to figure out that we’re off track depends on how smart we are. Some of us take just a few moments, others take a lifetime. But it’s nice to know that all of us at least have the potential to correct our mistakes.

Life keeps moving on, it doesn’t care whether you’re missing an important deadline or losing someone really close to you. So I advise all to stop whining and go with the flow. Life isn’t going to wait for you, so what are you waiting for?

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