I am revisiting my thoughts about this book from my past.
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I wasn’t really a big Nicholas Sparks fan. I had heard it once or twice from a friend who kept recommending me to watch the film The Notebook. I happened to chance upon the book in my library. It was my first @nicholassparks book. And then there was no looking back. Except a few, I have almost read all of his books. There was one time I was so addicted to his works that I would reread the books. However, one book that influenced me emotionally will always be The Last Song.
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I remember everything related to this book. I remember picking it up from the library and checking it out. I remember the winter breeze kissing my cheeks as I plodded through the early morning crowd (albeit thin compared to the peek hour rush) of #Mumbai. I remember reading to my heart’s content till I alighted at my destination. I remember picking up the book in between the lectures and reading through a few paras. I remember walking around holding the book to my bosom. Standing in the jam-packed local yet reading it while adjusting to the nudges and push of the aunties in the ladies dabba. I remember waiting at the bus stop without any worries about the frequent irregular bus. I remember walking into the teacher’s room where I had to meet my HOD and leaving thinking that perhaps she would be interested in reading it too. I remember so much about this book because it felt as if I was the one walking on the dunes on the beach of North Carolina. Or I was the one to play the piano.
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I remember because this is the only book which explores #fatgerdaughter relationship so delicately and also because I haven’t still found a match for it.
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I love this book because when I turned the last page I held it to my bosom and I cried. I cried. I cried. My face was wet with tears. I remember sobbing. I have never cried like this before.
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I cried because I know what supreme power a father is. He is brawns and brains. He is wind and rain. He is soft as a butter and tough like a metal. But at the same time he is malleable. A transformer.
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I cried.
I cry.