To the man who made me discover the recluse in me….

Difficult in believe that I had a reclusive side right. Leo by nature and loving the limelight, Im quite the social butterfly. Sometime when I was studying in Pune and surviving reading the Catcher in the Rye on a regular basis, I discovered the recluse in me.

I just read that American Author J D Salinger passed away yesterday, at the age of 91.

I salute to someone who brought Holden Caulfield to life and shut me away with him in the secluded corners of a city so new to me. The city that sucked love away from me and brought love to me in ways I only remember, Holden was my companion in those dark lonely nights.

Two things I remember about Holden and me….. One from a chapter where he talks about a feeling, a strange feeling that I have felt so many times in Pune.

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.

Yes.. it happens. It happens when you want to world to swallow you.

The second thing…. The part in the book where Holden talks about how he loved the word Bourgeois. Everything was freaking bourgeois to him. Those who lived those Bourgeois nights with me in Pune would know what I am talking about.

I can’t cry today. I’ll shed my tears over my tattered copy when I’m back in Mumbai.

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