April 23, the day, is indeed special. It is the death anniversary of two of the greatest giants of the literary world, Cervantes and Shakespeare. Given the confusing loose talk about his entire life and career, some pundits consider it to be his birth anniversary as well which makes the day absolutely unique.
Whatever might be the silly gossip any which way, none can deny the magical greatness of these two masters. Literally every word they wrote is as priceless as any Pearl from Persia. No wonder then that this day should be reserved for Celebrating Reading.
Reading really is unique. It makes us more informed, less prejudiced; in fact, a better human being. It guides us real well and sensitively in dealing with people, in leading life as the pages that we continue turning with love, lost to words that transport us to a never land actually always, everywhere present, have vicariously prepared us for life itself. We learn thus to read life itself.
While reading, whatever might be the theme and the philosophy or the style of the author, we are always in the company of the best that human creativity can offer. Why, even the so-called pop books have their own nuggets of wisdom to offer. Every minute of reading repays richly, a metaphor consciously used here, given the marketing mantra most popular today.
In fact, reading makes us more sensitised to the vicious cruelties entrenched in the technologically enabled but empathetically disabled world today. In fact, the best antidote to the Post Truth era unleashed by the social media is reading, and in as many fields as is possible. That would help us see through all the lies of all the varieties.
Hence on the occasion of this august day auguring all that is awesome even when complex and complicated, yet again this talisman to real life, 'read, dear'!
Pratima@'read, dear', the two terms that are reverse or mirror images of each other are the perfect binary code to a real rich grotto full of priceless pleasures. So, 'read, dear'!
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