“What the hell? Couldn’t understand even a page”.This was my first thought when i first opened that book.
I had bought that book in a ‘used books shop’ that Sunday.
I had just opened that book, and couldn’t get along with the words and the version of English the author had used.
I could only see some mysterious paintings on one side and a cluster of mysterious words on the other.
The book was so mysterious; I just tried crossing a page and couldn’t resit any further; just threw the book away and went off.
Few weeks later,
Unfortunately the same book caught my eyes, with all my hesitation i took it again to read.
No use, threw the book again even before crossing the very first page.
It had happened almost seven such times (i guess seven, it could be even more.. 🙂 ),
but it wasn’t the same the eighth time.
Somehow, i managed to cross that legendary first page and i felt there is something waiting for me in there.
As i felt, the book unfolded an ineffable joy, beauty, wisdom and most importantly its own questions.
The book am talking about is ‘The Prophet’ by my beloved Kahlil Gibran.
I started adoring the book and its contents a lot. Ever since from then, i ain’t the same ‘Me’.
Every morning, i woke and read that from the very first page till a page more than where i left the previous day.
And even now, it remains as the best thing that I’ve ever read. I can’t write a review for that book, even if I try it would be like a blind explaining the beauty to an other blind.
It is a beautiful experience than just a book and i could see ‘The Prophet’ walking with ‘Me’ every now and then.
For those of you who would like to meet the prophet in ebook form : http://www.holybooks.com/the-prophet-by-khalil-gibran/
With all gratitude…