"The unbearable lightness of being", I have felt it many a times; when I travel through country roads, when someone else takes my position in my absence, when I stay in the four walls of a room in a dynamic world etc. It is a famous novel by Milan Kundera set in Prague 1962.
I didn't read it. I read only the review. That's how I go about novels these days. Liked it and would love to read it. Also read the review of "The Memoirs of a geisha" by Arthur Golden. Now there are two books I would love to read.
Hajj hols are here; 3 days from today. I am left with nothing to do, but to plan and arrange the grand hols starting from 15th. This post, I guess is going to be useful as a remider.