To kill a mockingbird...

Nothing else tastes good for a while after I finish a particularly good book. I can't pick up anything to read for some time. When I finally finished 'To Kill A Mocking Bird' by Harper Lee and closed the book last night, it was almost 1 am and my eyes hurt. But I just could not go to sleep for a very long time.

A week back, I plunged into the book and was lost and transported to another world that was vaguely familiar. A world that comprised innocence and insecurities of childhood, fun of school days, father-the role model... A feeling of something like sadness, but not entirely so, lingered long after I finished the book. An inexplicable sense of loss engulfed me.

I always prefer reading books to watching movies. According to me, when you read something, you have the exclusive privilege to imagine everything explained in the book. You can imagine the places and details how you want them to be. Characters in the book come out alive in your mind. It becomes much more real and much more personal.

'To Kill A Mocking Bird' is one such book which takes you through the journey of childhood of a brother and sister in a small town in Alabama. Having grown up in one such small town myself, I could relate to every word of it. My imagination took wings, I became the little girl in the book that transported me back to my childhood. The experience was so real!

I mused for a while on the title of the book, how true! mockingbirds don't harm you in any way. They sing and fill your ears with the melody of their music, make you happy, lift your spirit and it's indeed sin to kill these songbirds...