The Earth Hums In B Flat

My new Flipkart book came this Sunday, and I’ve been reading all the time ever since and I just got done with it. And it makes me feel quiet. And not like working at all..

Here’s a secret of sorts, Zonk. Well. Not a secret really, at least not a secret anymore now that I’m putting it up on the internet for anyone to read. But here it is: I hope I write a book someday. I hope I have the time, when I’m forty, and the patience and the ability. I hope I have enough to say that I can put it all together and make it into a book. And if that ever does happen, I hope that book is something like this one. About children who see things and understand and secrets that bind people together and drag them apart and madness. And a gentle sort of sadness that hovers in the air like a blanket and hums softly. In B Flat.

I did not know it till I read the book but the earth hums  in B Flat.

 

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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