Not A Book Review: The Marble Collector by Cecelia Ahern
it's twelve past forty minutes or so, I have just finished the 'The Marble Collector' by Cecelia Ahern. the winter here in Gujarat is not similar to Delhi's or Calcutta's or like anywhere I have ever been to; it's cooler these days, but not chilling in any way. i have rarely put any heavy warmer in this whole season so far, not seeing any need to do so anyway. the day is hotter than the early mornings and the nights, obviously, but the weather is noway like those i encountered in Delhi in recent years. the large playing ground, the government maintained one lying behind our apartment, is brightly sunlit. a young man is collecting the residual corpses of the kites, mowed down on earth by gory fights up in the sky on the day of Uttarayan, classic kite flying day in this region. the red, blue, green, yellow...colors are scattered everywhere on the ground; the man, the young man is collecting the corpses of the defeated kites. an elderly lady is loitering here
