Ended 2017 with finishing reading “The Amazing Story of the Man Who Cycled from India to Sweden for Love”. Far from a brilliant book, but interesting to read about the Hippie Trail from an Indian perspective nonetheless.
Funniest part, on page 1, set in a rainy, dark, rural Indian night:
“Suddenly, the sun cut through the darkness.
And there I was, laid in a basket inside one of the village huts, destined to be the protagonist of this story although I did not yet have a name. My family gathered around, marvelling at me, fresh to the world. The village astrologer was also present, proclaiming that I had been born under the sign of Capricorn, on the very same day as the Christian prophet.
‘Look!’ cried one of my brothers.
‘There, above the baby!’
Everyone looked up and saw a rainbow that had formed in the beam of light that fell trough the little window.
The astrologer knew what it meant.
‘He will work with colour when he grows up.’”
Next book: ‘Here I Am’ by Jonathan Safran Foer