Jane Eyre

--- Charlotte Brontë

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Today school was weird.

6th Period was Library. All I ever do in this period is go sit there on the table which is right next to the window, and just see the big field and kids playin there.

Or rather observe them.

Cause very honestly, the books in the SCHOOL lib don't really interest me much.

Cause either I usually am already reading another novel [Most of the times] / I don't have my issue card/ the Lib teacher gives me glares/ I don't like the books there cause most are so

DUH-type. {Yess! To the point}.

^^ So yeah. Basically, I hate the selections cause they have apparantly forgotten that it's the 21st century.

I personally really like old classics.. Not that I've read many classics frankly. But yeah, I love the language. The 'real' English.

But it's just that that... they also have to get in *the* books.

If you know what I mean. I'm sure Remya does. {if you're readin this}.

Whatever.

So, today all of a sudden, NO CLUE why, I just randomly was going through the same, old,dusty racks of books , when I bumped into the famous book ; Jane Eyre. It was a hefty book. Royal red in colour, and had "Jane Eyre" written on it with Gold.

It attracted me. Something about the oldness, long-forgottenness of that book attracted me.

Why? I dont know.

Again; NO CLUE why I picked it up and started reading, even though I already am reading another novel.

So yeah.

Jane Eyre -- Written by Charlotte Brontë.

The first few pages of introduction described how close were Charlotte and Emily.. Both having the intense passion for writing were together known as the Brontë sisters.

Since they both liked to write, they usualy stayed at home and worked on their own peices.

And towards the later end of the day, both the sisters went out for long walks.. where they spoke and admired the wild beauty that surrounded them..

And then, after reading that particular line, I just got this really weird urge of writing a poem for my sister.

Yes, I know, when we write poems, they usually come like an urge and intensity.

But it's just that.. I dint really expect this to happen, Not in the Lib Period. No.

But.. I'm glad it did. Actually.

I dint take my issue card to school as usual, but now I'll make it a point to finish my current novel ASAP and issue Jane Eyre.

Cause if only few pages could do this to me, In the LIBRARY period , I wonder what the whole book whould do... ;)

I'm excited :)

"...this girl, this child, the native of a Christian land, worse than many a little heathen who says its prayers to Brahma and kneels before Juggernaut—this girl is—a liar!"

--- Jane Eyre.