"Hassan and I took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words.
Mine was Baba.
His was Amir. My name.
Looking back on it now, I think the foundation for what happened in the winter of 1975 and all that followed was already laid in those first words........"
One of the most devastating books I ve ever read. Incomparable. A fractured man from an unhappy home in the happiest and the hardest times. Brutal and Honest. Unconditional love and unsuspected blood ties. Shattering ! The kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini....
I spent the weekend in Bangalore. Quite an adventure. Realized the absolute advantages of shopping during the end-of-season sale, finally ! I dont even understand why people bother shopping any other time of the year. I discovered the nicest 2nd hand book shop, well after sun set, in a dimly lit street, rite off MG road, about 100 meters from the deccan chronical office. He had a totally brilliant collection of rare, old books of every gener imaginable. Fantabulous is the only word. There s something so poetrical and romantic about owning a 2nd hand book store, even if there s a huge probabilty that u might end up becoming an unsociable, bankrupt, customer-hating cinic !...
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