Time to go…

The boxes are packed and I’m ready to go.

The truck is loaded and the wheels are rolling. The house in which I had stayed for the last five years is slowly becoming distant. But distant, it will only be to my physical eyes, for it is locked in my mind’s eye forever. Although, I’m happy that a new house is waiting for me but also sad as the old is sailing away.

Just like my guardian, the old house had protected me and given me plenty of cherished memories. Right from the beginning, I knew, I shouldn’t get fond of her but I couldn’t stop myself from falling into her arms. The window of the dining room opened like a screen that showed me a motion picture of people and life – I never got bored. The sitting room that was flooded with sunlight opened to a balcony giving a perfect view to a well kept garden. A place where children played and various kinds of birds sat on tree tops feasting on their flowers.

Now it’s time for all this to end. Perhaps, ending is just only a new beginning – and that’s life, I guess.

As I leave my old house behind, I can only be positive and feel excited about the new house.

Once again I’ll be filling the vacant space of a house with different colours of emotions and chunks and pieces of material.

Taking a student’s seat

Hello, dear friends. I know… been a while…been busy. I really missed saying hellos, posting comments, and reading.

My smooth blogging life was shaken and stirred when I started taking driving lessons.

People say, “There is no right age for learning”. I believe and agree with that saying. But driving scares me. Driving in anger and not in a sane mind is what I had always thought of. So, how was I to learn driving?

As I’m no longer a teenager, I was not very sure if I was scared (of the obvious reason – accidents) or disliked the idea of taking control (as I feared for my life and the living around me). Inspite of my medium sized horrors my courage had reasoned out with my fear.

It also turned out that my fear and resistance had given rise to a new kind of excitement. I was excited not to sit behind the wheels but to sit on a student’s seat.

I knew what kind of student I would be. The only thing I was unsure of, was – what kind of teacher or driving instructor will I get. I was a bit nervous and scared as I had heard some miserable experiences of other learners and how the instructors could be mean to learners.

Finally, the day came, when I was to meet my driving instructor. I was excited. We exchanged smiles. Behind my hesitant smile I was trying to ascertain how good or bad teacher will she be. Although, not sure if she was doing the same with me – judging me as a quick or a slow learner.

We started with the lessons.

Day 1 – was important to me, and the little body on four wheels. I was having a hard time understanding its functions and handling it. I felt I was at war with my senses…checking the mirrors, controlling the steering wheels, gears, clutch, brake and accelerator. I pitted myself and my four-wheel companion as it made noise while I struggled with it.

My instructor didn’t need a master’s degree to understand that I was scared. She asked me to stop and relax. She allowed me to drive at the lowest speed to get a feel of the three musketeers – clutch, brake and accelerator.

Day 2 was much better. I still had to learn a lot but I felt relaxed.

As the days passed, I think, I got better with managing the three musketeers and other controls.

What really encouraged me was the support and positive attitude of my instructor or teacher towards me. Never was she rude and always patient (a trademark of a good teacher). If I missed something, she would say, “I’m going to constantly repeat the instruction till you get it right.” She kept repeating, until I was taking the right kind of U-turns or changing lanes or applying the brakes. When I would stop in the traffic, she would instruct me calmly. She would say, “Don’t worry. We are just learning. Don’t hasten otherwise you will commit mistake and it might take longer. Whatever you do…do it slowly and gently.” Gently I would get started and off we would go.

She had surpassed my checklist of a good teacher. Her excitement and keenness to teach had motivated me to leave my fears behind and learn freely. Her cool and calm attitude had pushed me to try better every time.

Our combination, of obedient student and dedicated teacher had worked well. Up to an extent I think we both have been successful in our process of teaching and learning.

I’m still learning as she thinks I need some more practice and confidence.

On the book “Shadow Of The Raven”

I had been busy the past few days…doing what you ask. Well, I was reading “Shadow Of The Raven” by Millie Thom. With a red dress and a hat in the gravatar of WP probably a lot of people would know her. For the others who do not know her, I can only say that she is a terrific blogger and has immense love for history. She has written two books and is writing the third one to the “Sons Of Kings” series.

I was very excited to read this book because firstly it was written by a fellow blogger and secondly only a few days back I had installed Kindle app to be able to read more books by other blogger friends.

I haven’t written any book reviews so please don’t consider it to be one. Whatever I’m writing is out of excitement to share with my fellow bloggers in the sole interest that I found this book absolutely interesting.

This is the first historical fiction novel that I had picked up for reading and I enjoyed every bit of it. Although new to the Anglo-Saxon and Danes era, this book helped me to see the bloody time that had existed in the past. With bits of historical facts and fiction the book is set up in the 9th century England.

Eadwulf is the main character of the story. Unaware of his future Eadwulf thinks “Being the son of a king could be so boring at times….” Only time will tell of an adventure that is not kingly in any way. Other than the royal blood pulsating in him, he also has a warrior spirit in him. He decides to take things under control when all, and at last… his love is taken away from him and given to another.

With a list of characters the story line is a tale of hate, mistrust, misery, slavery, torture, old customs and a whole lot of other things. The beginning was a bit slow (for me) but after sometime it really picked up momentum and when it did I had my claws in the book. The descriptive and refined language made it easy to see and feel through the book’s window. It was almost as if I was watching “game of thrones” (another version of course) but with little less of brutality.

In the end I would like to say that the book served its purpose… that is – it made me watch the story like an observer. Of course, I didn’t feel an axe falling on me when the sacrifices were done (if you want to know that). The ending left me hooked with some unanswered question…that’s why you have the second book, right. 😉 I’m certain that I’ll find the answers there.

Thanks to the kindle my first book is over and I’ll be heading for another one very soon until then keep working and sleeping. 🙂