Straight from the Heart

The island is a raised platform of earth in the middle of the Sarobar lake. From the banks of the lake, the island looks like heaven, stuff that paradise is made of! The size of the island may not have been much bigger than a circle of approx. 20 meters in diameter. On days when the surface of the lake is ruffled by the wind, the island appears to float freely, a dense mass of greenery amidst the bluish-black waters of the lake. I don’t think anyone has ever set foot on this island. The serenity of the island proves beyond doubt that it has escaped the attention of humanity. The creepers that grow on the trees and fall into the waters of the lake below have a darker shade of green than the green of the leaves of the Gulmohur and other trees on the island. If the island had witnessed the invasion of mankind, these creepers would have been the first to bear the brunt of the human invasion-torn from the trees to make way and trampled under the feet of the humans. Instead it grows wild an...

Peals of laughter, sometimes a soft parting, Of the lips of a lover. The cries of a child or the emotions of a sister or a brother. Scenes of a battle that talk of all those who bled. Or a macabre ghost that fills the heart with dread. The characters stare on the face. Making us laugh, cry or, with adventure, our hearts race! A doctor for the heart, a teacher of the mind. The treasure of knowledge is free for all who can find. Ruskin Bond’s stories that talk of the Dehra town. Chetan Bhagat’s story of grown up years of his own. Life in Rome during days of Cleopetra and Ceasar. Or smaller Indian towns like Badayun or a town in Bihar. When heart is heavy due to a tiff with the lover. Or tense with office work pressure. In timnes like these, a good book has a role, To provide instant relief for the mind and the soul. As the wise men doth say, Be it rain, hail or be it bright sunshine. In melancholy or in joys alike. Books are a man’s best friend for life.