i cant just read books. i live them. they're not pages, they're wormholes. transporting me to another universe. i forget that it's fiction.
sigh. and it all makes me so angry. the delhi rape case. the twistedness of it all. and books like this (witness the night, Kishwar Desai) just make me go mad.
society it almost sounds like a dirty word.
i dont know why im so angry. or im suddenly so aware of the limits imposed on me that i never really noticed before. life isnt supposed to be like this, right?
just makes me wish i could do something. SOMETHING. that one starfish i rescue. but the question is how?