Tsundoku (n.)

tsun•do•ku  [tsun-doh-ku]
(n.) from Japanese- the act of leaving a book unread after buying it, typically piled up together with other unread books.

I do have the habit of being a Tsundoku  。(*^▽^*)ゞ  I bought all these but never seemed to actually read them or I may have started, but didn’t get all the way through.

  1. Children of the Lamp: The Akhenaten Adventure by Philip Kerr

     

I didn’t actually buy this one. Baba drove by a book sale the other day and thought I might like it. So, he bought it for me. Thank you baba! ♡〜٩(^▿^)۶〜♡ He knows me so well. Apparently, this book is the first book of its series and it is about a pair of twins stumbling upon the world of djinns. Oooh, can’t wait to crack this book open.

  1. Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them by J.K. Rowling

I know, I know. Usually I’m quick to gobble up HP related books, but this one came amid my student teaching and grad classes. So… it got put off the side. On the plus point, I did start it though.

  1. Wonder by R. J. Palacio

Actually, I finished this right after I took this picture. I had finished a third of the book when I had stopped reading it. After I picked it up again, I ended up staying the entire night to finish the book. Now I can relate with people who has already read it ^^”

  1. The Zoo Keeper’s Wife by Diana Ackerman

I became intrigued after I saw the movie trailer actually. I’m all for a good Holocaust related story. I believe that each Holocaust story is just one piece of a whole story. I like hearing and experiencing the different stories out there. I did take it to Bangladesh when I visited, but it never peaked my interest to just sit down down and read in the hustle and bustle.

  1. Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple

I picked this up at my local library. They’re always having a book sale. You can get three paperbacks for a dollar! I’m currently reading this one now, after finishing Wonder.

  1. The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion

I never got the chance to read this. That’s the disadvantage of going to Barnes and Nobles… the books call you over, you buy them, and now they’re sitting on your shelf intend of theirs.

  1. Billy Creekmore by Tracey Porter

This book was on sale at the school I student taught at. It looked interesting so I did it.        I bought it    m(_ _;;m

  1. The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart

I also bought this at the above book sale mentioned above. But, I promise, I’ll get to this one soon. This year, no new books until I finish all these first.

Trees Coveted In Snow

The sad thing about this tree is that it’s having a hard time bearing the weight of the snow. It’s trying to hold on, it’s trying not to break. But, unfortunately, it’s seeds seemed to have been ready to come out as it was under the false pretense that summer had arrived just a tad bit too early. Now the tree, with its almost-ready-to blossom seeds, stands helpless against the last days of this winter. Last week’s snowstorm has it already shaken, with wind picking up to about 50 mph and over. Many trees have since been uprooted, if not pushed to the side as if they’re leaning. Hopefully it won’t be like that one winter a few years ago when snow arrived before the trees have had any time to shed their leaves. It’s hard to forget all the crackeling sounds all around us as tree branches were breaking off here and there. They weren’t able to support the weight of they’re own leaves, much less the snow that kept on piling on it. Sometimes, I feel like going out to shake a branch or two (at least the ones I’m able to reach😂), to just take off some pressure. Although the piling snow does make some trees look humble, I think they’d like it much better if they weren’t bowing so low to the ground because of the heavy weight of snow.

My Favorite Oil Pastels

When I was little, my youngest uncle had given me a set of oil pastels to draw with. They quickly became my favorite. I even brought it with me when I moved to America. I had it for a bit until they were practically taken from me. We had a family friend come over to our house and they had a daughter who was like three at the time. I was six. Unfortunately, she eyed my favorite oil pastels and wouldn’t leave without it. I was reluctant to give it to her and looked over to my parents. They understood my feelings but didn’t say anything to her parents. What could they say when her parents themselves weren’t saying anything to their daughter? In the end, baba told me to give it to her. I was appalled and angry at the baby’s parents that they could have let something like this happen. Yeah, sure the baby might not be able to help it, but isn’t it their duty to teach her what’s right and what’s wrong. The mother was apologetic that her daughter took the crayons but to me it didn’t matter how apologetic she was. She didn’t stop her daughter from taking it. She didn’t take the time to realize how special those crayons were to me. I cried that day, after they left. I cried and I moved on.

And you know what happened to my crayons?

A few months later when we went to visit their house, the aunty was telling my parents and I that she is often times saddened to see the broken pieces of my crayons lying around when cleaning the floor. I wish she would have seen my fists clench at that moment or see how hurt I felt. ໒( ᓀ ‸ ᓂ )७ She actually had the gall to mention that in front of me when it was she who did nothing to stop her daughter in both cases. Ugh, people I tell you ໒( ⇀ ‸ ↼ )७. Gets on my nerves.

On the bright side… this time I bought a set of oil pastels when I visited Bangladesh           °˖ ✧◝(○ ヮ ○)◜✧˖ °

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Oil Pastels ❤ ❤

I was so happy to buy this. I felt I had found something I lost years ago. So many beautiful memories are attached with this little thing.           (︶▽︶)

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Dadi’s Garden

I wanna go back 😭. I spent the first six years of my life here. This specific window led to my grandmother’s tiny garden. Every once in a while she would have it opened to tend to the plants. We both would stand on this side of the window watching the plants being watered or the guavas being picked from the guava tree. Thank you ammu for opening this gate for me that day. The rain, the atmosphere, and the vehicles on the street both heightened my emotions and brought back many beautiful memories. I am going to cherish this moment forever. And thank you for keeping dadi’s garden flourishing all throughout the years ❤️❤️, even though it has changed quite a bit…. the jackfruit tree has gotten smaller and the guava tree is no more. Even in dadi’s absence, I feel her presence every time I’m here 😌.