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.


“Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves. “

– Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera 

I was actually introduced to Gabriel García Márquez in my Spanish class in college. We read his novella,  El coronel no tiene quien le escriba (No One Writes to the Colonel). When we finished the novella, my professor encouraged us to read his famous novel, One Hundred Years of Solitude. However, I never got around to it unfortunately.  Today is his birthday. And here’s to Google for honoring him. I think the doodle is super neat!

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March 3- Words to Live By

“I’m not afraid of storms,
for I’m learning to sail my ship.”

-Louisa May Alcott

It’s scary sometimes, but its worth it. I’m learning 🙂



 “The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Do you understand?”

– Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean

Sometimes fictional characters gives you better advice than non-fictional characters in real life :/

Writing Prompt: Everybody on Earth has a tree that represents them. Once that tree dies, that person dies too. You work as a lumberjack.  Do you keep your job?

Yeesh…. ummm….well.. no? Well if I’m being given a choice here, then no. I don’t want to carry the burden of death on my shoulders. It would be horrible if I didn’t have an option though because then I’d be forced to do a job like this. This kind of reminds me of Death as a character in The Book Thief, where he is the messenger and transports souls to the afterlife.

“I am haunted by humans.”

Chilling, I know. To think that the messenger that comes to take away souls would actually fear the souls themselves. But, I can’t blame him. It must be hard to carry all that weight on one’s shoulder. It must be exhausting and overwhelming at the same time. In fact, Death describes how his work effects his mood. After transporting the many souls that met their demise, he makes it a habit to notice those things that are peaceful to the mind. Point to be noted… Death is narrating during the time of WWII, Nazi Germany.

“People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.”

Because he experienced this the whole time:

“For me, the sky was the color of Jews. When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their soul rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood […], their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities… They just kept feeding me. Minute after minute. Shower after shower.”

Grim much? Ummm..yeah. Pretty much. But… he’s pretty humorous sometimes too 🙂

I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it’s cold. And I don’t have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like?
I’ll help you find out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.”



Winter in Bangladesh

The best part of a foggy, wintry morning
in the rural parts around here is enjoying
the sweet,
raw molasses,
freshly collected from the sap of date trees,
free of dust, noise, pollution,
and corruption.



A big thank you to baba (my father) who helped me understand the process of how the molasses were collected from the date palm trees. I knew molasses were being collected but it looks a tad bit different than collecting maple syrup, as I’ve read in Laura Ingall’s “Little House in the Big Woods”. The things you can learn from books 🙂 . Anyways, baba has experienced this before and he misses it quite a bit. Also a big thank you to Shoudho Bhaiya. When I actually saw you out there the other day, enjoying the very same thing I’m writing about, I just had to know what your experience was like 🙂