Do you know the feelings when someone – of all people you have encountered in a place this huge and tall you frequent – happens to know a book you are reading? Exactly know the book like you do! That is what exactly what my friend feels today.
He finally found someone who knew the book he is reading is the one read and favorited by the murderer of John Lennon decades ago. And that is not a kind of piece of information anyone knows even for a literature student. So this person is so so erudite, literaturewise. A person who knows and recognizes the fictitious world beyond this mundane, floody and boring real world.
Isn’t it wonderful? Life always surprises us, he told me jovially. I can’t agree more with him.
“Should I fall for this person?” he asked.
That sounds absurd. To fall for a girl who happened to know the book you are reading is quite beyond my ken.
Yet I know if his heart wants it, I told him to simply ignore what I uttered.
He told me again and again how smart this human being seems to be at a glance. She looks more than just a lowly slave of a big corporate. She has got that thing, he explained. What is the “thing” is something he cannot explain further. It is stuck there. Without any clear explanation whatsoever.