Whatever book you have in your hands, put it aside, go to a nearest bookstore and get yourself a copy of All the Fishes Come Home to Roost, an American Misfit in India by Rachel Manija Brown. I was waiting for an old friend from university at Border Book Cafe. I couldn't think any other better place to meet friends. Anyway, he called me from his office that he would be 15 or minutes late. "Fine", I told him, " you know where to find me."
"I know, you'll have your face in a book somewhere between the aisles."
I got to the bookstore 30 minutes early, plus 15 extra minutes, I'll have 45 minutes to read. I picked All the Fishes.......... because the word misfit caught my eyes. I can identify myself with the word. I was misfit when I was a kid, at boarding school years and most of all during my 20's and 30's.
45 minutes later and 53 pages later, I wouldn't mind if my friend didn't turn up at all. I knew he must be in the store by now. I stood up, brushed the back of my skirt and quickly walked to the most hidden part of the store. Between two high bookshelves, cramped with technical books, I slid on the floor trying to squeeze the last a couple of pages of chapter 5 before he found me.
"You think you can hide from me, you sneaky woman!!!" He stood at the end of the aisle trying to look angry.
"I can always try." I stood up, picked up my backpack, looked at the page I was reading, memorized the page and closed the book. "Lets's go."
I bought the book because Rachel Manija Brown's way of sharing her life living in ashram in India when she was a little girl hooked me from the beginning.
Go and get the book, you'll enjoy it. That's all I can say.
Yes, we are, aren't we?
kisses & hugs
Posted by: anasalwa | June 03, 2007 at 06:01 AM
I can also identify with the word 'misfit'... That's why we are sisters. Together, we fit :-)
hi hi. Hugs.
Posted by: Nina | May 31, 2007 at 08:30 AM