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It's a book which takes you to the world where humans have created a new species of humans, called Crakers. A world which has cross breed of dogs and wolves, called wolvogs. A world which goes through an apocalypse. A world through the eyes of a survivor of this apocalypse. The protagonist of the book is Jimmy, also named as Snowman. Book opens after the apocalypse has occurred, and Jimmy is the survivor. He's narrating the story in two story lines. One is past and another is present. Past story line covers his childhood, his upbringing, his experiences in life, his relationships with different important people in life. It's how we learn how Jimmy reaches to his present version. Present narrative takes on his struggle after apocalypse. His relationship with Crakers, the new species. It's also about a journey Jimmy embarks upon for survival, and an intense attempt to stay sane in meaningless life. Beauty of the book is that these two stories unravel side by side, chapter

These days my favourite pastime is opening my laptop, and finding old memories. Be it old nokia captured photos or some stupid status posted on Facebook wall, Or just some old melodious song which is connected to some incident in life. And fun part, I can't get enough. I'm not very sentimental guy who cherishes every moment. But somehow I created some sentiments while growing up. In the pace of life, I  left those sentiments behind, and now when life is little slowed down, or maybe locked down, these old memory boxes are opening up. But every memory I relive, I feel one more emotion. And this one is little bit sad. I remember those faces which I don't even call or text anymore. While chasing the purpose, alot has been left behind. And just glimpses of those remain. But Again, that's life right? You know what, that's not. I refuse to accept that here on. I understand that to achieve in life is important, but to hold on to people is way more important. A

I have always wanted to know my destiny. More than just what I want to become, but where I'm going to end up. Isn't that all we always trying to figure out. We never do what we do to just survive the day. We try to build something brick by brick, step by step. And we hope that eventually it will mean something.  And in this path to understand where I might end up, I realized that we don't have forever to build this so called destiny. We have so many aspirations and so short of time, in which we want to achieve or gain so many things.  And then imagine, you wake up one morning, and step out from your own shoes and see outside. And then realize, may be the time we have, is probably cut short, significantly. Just a maybe. And we have a minute left. Minute to midnight. As the clock hits midnight, it's going to reset itself. But you don't know for sure. Then what would you do. I keep thinking. It's maybe I'm too young, but this very thought scar

To listen is an art. Cause every statement made has some hidden meaning in it, probably not all the time, but definitely many times. It's like the magician's act. You have to keeep looking at the smallest things in performance, to catch the trick. And believe me, everyone is an performer. And we all plan and act in some point in life. Probably unconsciously. But we know deep down, about the trick, the thing we are hiding while having a conversation. So while following the act, we try to  keep it as best as possible, Just like the magic show. But there's always a smart ass, who'll find your trick. All s/he has to do is observe carefully, and listen. Yeah, just listen. And even the best performance will leave behind some clues. And to pick those clues is an art. That's often called as reading between the lines. And being grown up is all about that. Cause after a certain age, reading people becomes way more important than reading books. Like the famous he