I read Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina almost 10 years ago & these days I’m reading it again. One of our professors said that it’s the best novel, but I can’t agree with him as it’s very difficult to choose any novel & call it the best. Literature is too vast & the definition of best ought to be out of this world.
Anyway, there are things that we often miss while reading it for the 1st time. Although I’m amazed that I did, cause I have been through something of the sort myself.
“He did not know that his behavior toward Kitty had a name of its own, that it was decoying a girl with no intentions of marrying her, & is one of the evil actions common among brilliant young men like himself.”
I’m not going to elaborate on it, as I’m utterly bored of that chapter. And I’ve observed that it’s very easy to admire someone who has groomed with the passage of time, but I suppose this hasn’t dawned on the idiots.
Anyhow, few days ago, while reading Gyles Brandreth, I also came across a line that I can actually relate to. And it goes something like this:
Oh yes, in the sere & yellow days of my decrepitude, I shall be able to say, ‘I was adored once, too!’
I don’t know whether to call myself lucky or unlucky. I was madly in love with an asshole & somehow I missed the most important person. I knew that he existed (no one could have ignored him), but I did not know how he felt about me. This is one of the reasons why I have this damn case against hesitant guys, but somehow genuine feelings find a way to reach you.
I’m a hopeless romantic but at this point if I do find someone as beautiful as divine power, then it’s him. I won’t build any altar though. I can’t pay any tribute. Now this happens to be a tragedy & I must have been really stupid at that time, but nevertheless at least I know that I once had a genuine admirer & that should be enough.
