I am an Indian girl. But even since I turned 14 I have been obsessed with Afghani books. Whenever I read about their life I feel like a nestled Afghani inside of me springs around waiting to break through those enclosed shards of Indianness.
It all started on June 28th, 2013. I had gone to Gangtok with my family friends and if you have ever been to Gangtok you would know it is one of those places where you laze about, stretch and relax in a beautiful hotel overlooking scenic beauty. It is wonderful if you are not restless. Ever the restless girl I am, a book called ‘The Kite Runner’ intrigued me. It was just innocuously lying there on the bed unread. I picked it up and little did I know that was the beginning of my obsession with Afghani books.
Currently, I have read four or five Afghani books, each moving me in their own way. My favorite has been ‘A thousand splendid suns’ by Khaled Hosseni as it embarks on a journey to unravel the condition of women in Afghanistan. Now whenever I spot a book on Afghanis I unknowingly just pick it up and devour it. Once I read an article which said that Afghani children have been really moving forward in the entertainment sector. I still have that saved in one of my Afghani books. Such is the connection I feel with Afghanis though I have never met or seen any of them. Such emotions make me wonder if we are partially global citizens wrapped in a similar cloth. Or
is it just wistful thinking?
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