Reading between spaces

Trying some writing experiments these days based on specific prompts. Will avoid the prompt here to add a bit mystery:

Sally looked at Mark with a surprising sense of longing. They’d only met today, yet it felt like she’d always known him. There was a sparkle in his eyes, a softness in his voice, and a way he instinctively understood her—like he could read the spaces between her words.

He was the son of the owner of Words and Us, her favorite bookshop. But their first meeting hadn’t been intentional—they’d practically crashed into each other reaching for the same book: Onyx Storm.

“You read this too?” she asked, laughing as they both held onto the worn spine.

He smiled, boyish and charming. “Love the series. Can’t believe the author left us hanging like that—and now a break?”

She groaned. “It’s torture.”

Mark chuckled. “Hey, would you maybe want to… discuss the agony further over coffee? Or, sorry—tea?”

Her eyes widened slightly. “How’d you know I prefer tea?”

He shrugged with a sheepish grin. “Just a lucky guess.”

“There’s a tea café near here—Lavender’s,” she said, almost hopefully.

“Lavender’s?” His eyes lit up. “I love that place.”

He loves tea and books, she thought. So unlike Solomon, who wouldn’t hear a word about any book, let alone read one.

“Let’s go?” he asked, gently slipping an arm around her waist. His touch was light, his eyes questioning.

She smiled shyly. “Sure.”

So chivalrous… so unlike Jeremy, who always just assumed I wanted whatever he did.

As they walked, her foot caught on a broken patch of pavement.

“Careful!” Mark exclaimed, catching her before she stumbled.

“Thanks,” she said, breathless. Such strong arms… and wow, manly, she thought, cheeks warming as he held the door open for her.

They took a cozy corner at Lavender’s, the aroma of steeped herbs and fresh pastries wrapping around them.

“They have lovely blueberry cupcakes here,” he said, handing her a menu. “Want to try one?”

“Sure. I really like blueberry flavor.”

As they settled in, Sally noticed something on the back of his hand. A symbol—intricate and otherworldly. Her breath hitched.

“What’s that… on your hand?” she whispered.

He turned his palm slightly, revealing it more clearly. The symbol was elaborate: an eternity loop, twin eyes nested within, each eye holding a tiny heart. Surrounding the whole design were ancient-looking runes, shimmering faintly.

Her eyes widened.

“Wait… Gared had the eyes. Jeremy had the heart. And Solomon… the runes.” Her voice trembled. “All in the same colors.”

She looked up at him, stunned. “Who… who are you?”

He held her gaze, calm and certain. “I’m all of them. But more importantly—I’m your fated mate.”

Before she could speak, he gently reached for her wrist. “Now that the pieces are in place…”

As she looked down, light shimmered across her skin. Slowly, the same intricate symbol began to appear on her wrist, glowing softly as if it had always been a part of her—just waiting.

She gasped. “It’s real…”

Reading quotes

Some really beautiful quotes about books and reading: 

1. “The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.” —Dr. Seuss

2. “Reading brings us unknown friends.” — Honoré de Balzac

3. "There is more treasure in books than in all the pirate's loot on Treasure Island."— Walt Disney

4. “Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself.”— George Bernard Shaw

5. “A book is a gift you can open again and again.” — Garrison Keillor

. “Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.” — Groucho Marx

7. “Think before you speak. Read before you think.” — Fran Lebowitz

8. “Reading is a discount ticket to everywhere.” — Mary Schmich

9. “We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else’s mind.” — Anna Quindlen

10. “My alma mater was books, a good library…. I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity.” — Malcolm X

11. “Books are a uniquely portable magic.” — Stephen King

12. “Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.” — Jeanette Winterson

13. “Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.” — Carlos Ruiz Zafón

14. “A book is a way for your imagination to be wild and free.” — Unknown

15. “Take a good book to bed with you – books do not snore.” — Thea Dorn

16. “A well-read woman is a dangerous creature.” — Lisa Kleypas

17. “I think books are like people, in the sense that they’ll turn up in your life when you most need them.” — Emma Thompson

18. “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . The man who never reads lives only one.” — George R.R. Martin

19. "There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away." — Emily Dickinson

20. “No. I can survive well enough on my own – if given the proper reading material.” — Sarah J. Maas

21. “When you lose yourself in a book the hours grow wings and fly.”— Chloe Thurlow

22. “The world belongs to those who read.” — Rick Holland

23. “Reading one book is like eating one potato chip.” — Diane Duane

24. “To know a man’s library is, in some measure, to know a man’s mind.”— Geraldine Brooks

25. “If you don’t like to read, you haven’t found the right book.” — J.K. Rowling

Grief varies

Grief affects you differently. It varies not only from person to person but also the situation. The same person can grieve very differently due to differeny losses in different stages of their lives. In one case the grief may present itself loudly and uncontrollably putting one in a frenzy of activity and in another case it is mind numblingly quiet and closes down all activity. Both are just as deep. 

My mother, my first best friend

It is with profound grief that I announce that on 23rd November,  my mother, Mrs. Anuradha Kapoor passed on to her heavenly abode  Here I am penning down some thoughts about her.

My mother was my first best friend. From secrets to gossip to clothes to tea, we shared it all. From coloring books and matching pairs to reading to late night studies, she was always there for me. She was the one who shopped for earrings and stole, who helped me develop a unique sense of style. 

She was the glue that held the entire family together. She took care of us all, grandparents, my dad, myself and the entire family including Adhyayan, our son.

She struggled with a lot but she never complained. She created the most fabulous feasts when we were on foreign postings.  From extended family to our foreign embassy  family to neighbors everywhere, she charmed everyone with her smile, chats, delicious meals and comforting warmth.

She warmed my feet on chilly nights and heart when I was upset.

Cooking was many times her way of caring. Like the way catered to my food whims  during childhood, making chicken soup for grandparents when they were unwell or changing the family diet entirely when my dad lost his kidney.

She was close to all our house-helps across the years and would know all their life details, would take care of them but them gifts, make teas and snacks for them.

She was a modern woman who also valued herself and taught me the same. She enjoyed a good life, good food: within her set standards of discipline!, shopping, going out and celebrating every occasion. She played Dholak on my Sangeet and on our wedding , she was all grins. She looked fabulous.

She used to watch Flintstones with me with gusto equal to my childish wonder and do word search with me when I would be ill. She would tell me Kathas and yet used to love reading Filmfare and Stardust magazines. She introduced me to my first M & B!  And our son to his first nursery rhymes.

I never saw her cry till my dad passed away. She was a brave and strong woman. But she really missed him. It was heartbreaking to see her lose the sparkle in her eyes then. But she tried to hold it together.  She remembered all occasions but Jo was the apple of her eye.  The last thing she ever said to me was to take care of him. And in those last few days, she kept mentioning papaji. I hope and pray that they are reunited above.

Quietly by Becky Hemsley

I missed you quietly today. So quietly that no one noticed.

I missed you as I climbed out of bed and as I brushed my teeth; when I waited at the lights on the drive into work and as I heard the rain outside my window.

I missed you as I ordered lunch and as I kicked off my shoes when I got home; as I switched off the lights and climbed into bed for the night.

I missed you without tears or noise or fanfare.

But oh how I felt it.

I felt it in the morning, at lunchtime, in the evening and at night. I felt it as I woke, as I waited, as I worked. I felt it at home, on the road, in the light, in the dark, in the rain.

I felt it in every one of those moments, each one sitting heavier and heavier as the weight of me missing you kept growing and growing. 

Yes, I missed you so quietly today.

But I felt it so loudly.

***

**Quietly’ is a newer poem by

Becky Hemsley 2024

Be your own Hero

I read this somewhere and really liked it, enough to make a note: "No one will come and save you. No one will come riding on a white horse and take all your worries away. You have to save yourself, little by little, day by day. Build yourself a home. Take care of your body. Find something to work on. Something that makes you excited, something you want to learn. Get yourself some books and learn them by heart. Get to know the author, where he grew up, what books he read himself. Take yourself out for dinner. Dress up for no one but you and simply feel nice. it’s a lovely feeling, to feel pretty. You don’t need anyone to confirm it."

House of Night : special quotes

These quotes are the ones gave that gave me a little suppport during the toughest time of my time. I couldn't note all the quotes from the entire series as yet but with what I have right now. So here it is, some comfort for grief from the House of Night series. 

House of Night

Betrayed

You couldn't have stopped it. You couldn't have saved her. Nyx didn't let you know it was going to happen because there was nothing you could have done

I think all we can do is take one day at a time.

Death is more difficult if it goes unacknowledged.

And promise that if the worst happens, and some of the rest of us don't make it through, the others won't let them be forgotten

Shaunee, we have to go on. We have to date and be happy and live our lives. Nothing's guaranteed, Stevie Ray's death proved that. We can't waste  the time we've been given. When I said I'd  make sure she was remembered, I didn't mean that we were going to be sad forever. It meant I'd remember the happiness she brought to us and keep her smile close to my heart. Always. 

I'd take my own advice and take one day at a time. One issue at a time.

He was what was important right now, not me and not my need for hysteria.

Sometimes lava, sometimes lego

Sometimes lava, sometimes lego,

Sometimes a flood of emotions flowing like the lava,

Sometimes it's all frozen and tight

Othertimes compact like a lego with pain points, 

Both are mine

Both are painful but divine