The year 2020 has gone, pretty well, in terms of reading, up until the last couple of months. I do not know, its called the what syndrome, but something affected my reading.
One reason again, could be too much interaction with people, which I definitely have to put it on top of my list. It does hamper when your work gets into your after work hours.
Also, there was one post on pinterest which said - there are times, you wish a book would never end. I think I recently went through such a phenomenon.
Couple of months back, I finished reading adventures of Feluda by Satyajit Ray and believe me, Feluda and Topshe had become like family to me, knowing there would be no more of their adventures, meaning, I had read them all, turned out to be very disappointing and rather heartbreaking.
It has been difficult to move on to any story which has no presence of Feluda. Such was the charm of Satyajit Ray's writing that, I do not feel like reading anything else. The same had happened post my reading of Tintin, but back then, I was a kid and I had an option of playing in mud just to forget the unavailability of more Tintin stories. But now, this year especially, it was tough.. I shall write a post on the Adventures of Feluda later, but this was and is the primary reason for reading less.
Though I started reading autobiography of Goggins, I could not make much progress. I have recently started reading Atomic Habits by James Clear, let me see, if I can pickup some pace on it.
Many more books lined up, I do have set of short stories by Satyajit Ray himself, but knowing it won't be Feluda - feels kinda sad - 1500 pages of Felu babu, LalMohan and Topshe was indeed pure pleasure, if not anything else,
Cheers to Satyajit Ray!
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