No Excess

“Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.” – Edna Ferber
Do you agree with this statement on excess?

Correct: and too little leads to resentment by those who are not so blessed, and this happened in real life.

Nasreen was a widow, and she and her son Omar lived on Kohat Road outside the city. She was a very kind – hearted lady, who used to give away a lot in charity to poor people, and those who badly needed help.

Camps had been set up for those people who had lost their homes, and belongings in 2010 Floods. Those people badly needed food, and beddings.

Nasreen had made packets of dry food like rice, flour, and lentils for the needy. She had also purchased fans, coolers, utensils for cooking. She and her son along with a servant distributed cash, and the things she had brought with her.

In the evening she returned home, tired but happy that she had helped people in their hour of need. She called out to her servant to bring tea. She treated this fellow like a son. He used to sleep inside in her son’s room.

This chap drugged Nasreen, and her son with something mixed in their cups of tea, and killed them. He collected valuables, and money, and went away. The next day the bodies were discovered by a neighbor, who called the police.

Seeing Nasreen distributing so much, while he, his mother, and other siblings lived in relative poverty brought out the animal in him to butcher his employer, and her son. It wasn’t Nasreen’s fault that he was born poor.

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Which Books I Like

Daily Prompt: Binding Judgment
Does it ever make sense to judge a book by its cover — literally or metaphorically? Tell us about a time you did, and whether that was a good decision or not.

I never choose a book by it’s cover only. I look at the review, or it’s a best seller, or someone recommended it. Though some one else likening may not be the same as mine. It does cause disappointment.

When choosing I look at the fly leaf to gauge what is the story. After that, I quickly glance through various pages. If I find it interesting, I take it.

I have read all the great classics, back when I was teenager. Now I go for light fiction. I can’t take the ups and downs in serious books. I avoid murder stories, thrillers and biographies.

My first consideration is large print. I am disappointed, when the book I want to read, is in small print.

Once I start reading, I can’t tear myself away from it. I race through it, to find what happened next.

The next keeps me glued to the book. My eyes complain of the strain, I am putting them through. My neck gets tired, my back bone aches, my hands and feet go numb, and my eyes get blurred. I need to go to the toilet, but I keep on hanging there, as to what happened next.I keep on ignoring, but don’t stop reading.

It’s dreadful I know. Books should be read slowly. One should savor, and enjoy the writing.

The end result is, though I read quite a number of books, I forget the contents. I read a book so rapidly, racing to the end, that I forget what was written.

Reading a book transport me into the story. If it’s a sad one, it literally hammers my heart to pieces. Tears fall, and my face hangs with sadness, etched on it.

If it’s filled with humor, I am smiling and laughing. Sometimes the characters are so dumb, I feel like kicking them…… Ouch! Their decisions make me so annoyed with them.

There is another bad habit, I sneak to the end to see that all is well, with the hero and heroine. My heart can’t bear the suspense. I wish I could change myself.

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Which Books I Like