Time Traveler’s Wife

This Diwali, I brought books to gift to close friends and family. Three Cups of Tea, Jhumpa Lahiri, Amitav Ghosh, Mr.God this is Anna………In the process, Satya also gifted me a book which my sister had been speaking off for very long. I have only read the first 100 pages till now – The Time Traveler’s Wife. 

Anyway , getting back to the book, it is the story of a couple where the man is a time traveler. Henry has what they term a “Chrono Displacement” disorder; he comes and goes in the future and past, to places and times of importance in his life.. His only anchor in these time movements is his wife, whom he keeps meeting at different times in their lives – so he mets her at 6, then at 16…The story is told in direct, conversational style, where both characters are narrating their lives, perspectives, tribulations, joys and sorrows. Some of the lines really touch the heart.

Initially, it is a bit confusing, trying to keep up with Henry’s travels but gradually it seems to piece together. Inspite of it, and actually maybe that is its magic – the story is very special. More when I am finished.


About Namita

A melange of colors, just like the rainbow. Sometimes, as bright as the yellow sun, brimming with energy. Then driven by the passion of red to pursue my dreams. Calm like the clear blue skies and playful like streaks of violets. I am a collection of stories, each different and yet the same. I am simple in my complexities and something in my nothingness. For my bread and butter, I am a reflexologist – a profession which is more than just a job, it is my passion. When I am not busy in conversation with the feet, I potter around with my camera lens, indulge in good music and snuggle in with my books. And when my energies begin running low, nothing perks me more than traveling to unknown places, meeting all sorts of people and exchanging tall stories. I am a founding trustee of the Uday Public Charitable Trust that hopes to provide the gift of education to children of martyred soldiers and also other deserving children. It is a cause close to my heart. My gypsy heart cannot sit still and I must always move, explore…The mountains call out ever so often and I am off with my backpack. Trek, trek, trek…I want to push my limits always..rediscover my fears and move forward with my strengths. i love myself and my life, I must be god’s favorite child . With much to do and much to see, i am on the brink of another journey, always.
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