Books, Cricket and King Coconut Water (back to the triple titles I see)

So yesterday I went to the library (yes that really was the highlight of my day).

Hence BOOK HAUL:

A book I’d seen quite frequently lying there on the shelves at my go-to bookshop. And then when I found it nestled in quietly in the library bookshelf, my hand just moved on its own.

This is a book I’ve been so looking forward to. I only recently stumbled on literature from my own country (shocking, I know) but since I did, I’ve read a fair few. Funny Boy, Hungry Ghosts and Swimming in the Monsoon Sea by Shyam Selvadurai. English Translation of Madol Doova by Martin Wickramasinghe. And also Jam Fruit Tree and Maudiegirl and the Von Bloss Kitchen by THE Carl Muller. So naturally I was recommended this book by my sister and I was only too delighted to find it there in the library.

So I heard of the movie first but after I read some not too encouraging reviews of the movie, my interest in watching it kind of died. Then I found out that it’s a book and well, obviously I wanted to get my hands on it.

But frankly, it’s the cover that got me back there in the library. Isn’t this the most amazing cover you’ve ever seen? Huh?

And finally:

I’ve never heard of this before and it was chiefly the cover that attracted me to it. Those muted covers in that understatedly poignant picture of a child running across a potentially accident-causing car seemed to just latch onto my reader self and beckon me to pick it up.

And the endless metaphorical resonances of the clothesline. (Not really)

I’m already half-way done with Colpetty People and it’s proving quite wonderful.

As for things that happened today, I just sat in front of the TV watching the Sri Lankan cricket team kind of destroy the Bangladesh Cricket team in the ICC Cricket World Cup (I’m a cricket fan. The overly-analytical and cynical type. Not the shout-my-lungs-out-at-the-TV-while-dressed-in-a-Lankan-Cricket-Tshirt type)

Lessons:

1. Nothing serves as a better accompaniment to your standard rice-and-curry lunch than a cold glass of King Coconut Water. Or as we say in sinhala thambili wathura. Or just thambili for colloquialization’s sake. Incidentally, thambili is also the sinhala word for orange which is the color of King Coconut. Much like how in english, oranges are orange colored. Except you know. Well, yes you do know. Languages man. Languages.

Accomplishment.

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