We started our Book Club in 2009 and we meet once a month. We have great fun discussing the books we have read and also connecting so many other things happening in the world to what we had read. This month, we met on the 14th. We celebrate Nov 14th as Children’s day, it being the birthday of our first Prime minister, Jawaharlal Nehru.
We, book club members had decided to talk about our favourite Children’s books. They are called Children’s Books but for me they are all time books. Even now I enjoy reading some of them, they are still so appealing. We all went back to our childhood and remembered those long ago days when either our grandmothers or our grandfathers or parents had led us to the amazing world of books and imagination by reading aloud to us.
I remember sitting near my grandfather listening to tales from Mahabharata, Ramayana and Krishnavatara. Those stories are a part of us. Those story-telling moments made us to love books. I remember reading any and every book that came my way. My grandfather must have re-lived his childhood while reading aloud to us. I did that while reading out to my children. I still remember most of the stories. Every night, my daughter reads out stories to her son. He loves listening to them. These days, there are very good books for children.
This meeting was great fun and we remembered those special moments, shared moments of our childhood. Shared, happy moments bring us together, but many a times I feel that moments of sadness forge a stronger bond. We tend to share our happiness with many of our friends, but the sad ones, we share with only those who are really close. Most of us are private people who do not share our sorrow with everyone. Happy or sad moments, I think people have this need, to share, share with someone who is a kindred spirit. It is truly said,’ no man is an island… ’.
“Time is made up of captured moments and things shared and time spent
together become the memories that the heart never forgets.” Author: unknown