Small, Short and Sweet...

Rain spattering like bullets from the blue,

The sun giggling between the leaves,

A half-shy, half-proud rainbow,

An easy chair laid on the balcony,

Fries, ketchup and warm tea,

The smell of the earth overpowering them all,

A brown tattered book in hand,

Curled in the chair,

Eyes scrolling, unputdownable!!

Kindergarden tales, Fantasy fables,

Short stories, Explicit morals.

It was 7 years ago, a quiet Sunday afternoon and i was with my all time favourite book by Enid Blyton....




That was my first date with a book. When it was time to begin The Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys series, i used to be one sole girl, stretching to pick Enid Blyton's book from the rack in the library. I admire her for the wonderful childhood days that i had with her books. I preferred to read her short stories about children rather than the novels like Secrect Seven and Famous Five. Slowly, i began to lay my hands upon novels and now its the age of Dan Brown, Sidney Sheldon and Robert Ludnum. I used to be one kid, speaking in broken English and fumbling with words. Now, if there is someone apart from my English teacher and my dad to whom i owe my knowledge of English, its Enid Blyton. It was my mom who first bought me a book of Enid Blyton and i still treasure it in my book shelf. That was the book that introduced me to the new world of story telling and i began to fancy the wonderful game played with the English language.

That's my experience with books and the beautiful language. What's it with you guys????