She had come again to the yellow door. It was final. It was meant to be. It was her destiny and she accepted the destiny. Yellow door had beckoned her again and she presented herself. If you saw her from afar, standing there in front of the door in a red dress with small white floral patterns on it, she looked like a decoration.
It was 8 in the morning. The grass was still wet with dew, birds were still chirping, sun was coming out lazily and the trees were being gently swayed by the wind. It was a lovely morning. One of the loveliest morning she had seen lately. She could feel it within her. Her heart and mind were as fresh as the dew and with each breath she took in copious amounts of the air , its aroma filling her lungs completely. She had not worn her watch today. “Not today”, she had decided while leaving home. Her hair kept falling on her face and she let it be. She let the wind play with it. She did not clip them tightly like other days today. “Not today”, she had decided. Her feet were naked. She had thrown her shoes away when she got down from the bus. “Not today”, she had decided. Her eyes had no kohl, her lips no lipstick. There were no earrings in her ears and no rings on her fingers. There was just one adornment which she could not have parted with even if she wanted to. And this she was wearing. It was a locket in a silver chain, shaped like a rose bud, carved in silver and gold. It shone whenever sun’s rays fell on it and she could see the reflection on the wall in the front. It pleased her to see different patterns. It pleased her greatly to just see the world around her and take it in as much as she could.
She had been standing in front of the yellow door for a full hour now taking in the simple but very real beauty all around her. But now, it was 9 and it was time. The sun was staring a bit harshly now. The birds had flown away. The dew had evaporated. The wind was becoming warmer and angrier and her feet were hurting. Her hair was tangled and rough. It was 9 and it was time. The yellow door stood there and she stood in front of it. It was time to go in. It creaked a bit and slowly started to part from the middle opening towards outside. For a moment, she panicked. Just for a moment but then something called to her from the inside and she started smiling. First, she moved her right foot forward, then left, and then right again and then left and then right and then left and then, she was inside the door. It closed. It closed just as slowly as it had opened. It was 9 and it was time. Sun beamed mightily and the trees continued to dance.
However, there were just a few raindrops here and there falling from the sky. Soon, there would be rain,a thunderous downpour and the rosebud locket would come floating out from inside. It would flow with the water. It would flow all the way to the next town where a small girl would find it and take it to her mommy. They would admire the beautiful locket and mom would make her daughter wear it. Their lives will go on as perfectly as possible for the next 20 years and then it would be time again.
The door would call for it never forgets those who wear the bud. It cannot leave the bud. It would want it once again like every other time. 20 years from now, again it would be 9 and it would be time. The yellow door will call!
Learn from me if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge and how much happier is the man who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than the world will allow.
The labours of men of genius, however erroneously directed, scarcely ever fail in ultimately turning to the solid advantage of mankind.
Nice book till now finished 2/3 but i hate the use of superlatives in victorians writing while descrining a scene or character of a person. Too much ! Most horrid or most agreeable, kindest, warmest…the people are either best or worst . There are hardly any gray characters and it sounds very nice to have such a clear demarcation but the fact is that it does not exist. And I dare say, Mary Shelly does it more than anything else. What I find personally not likeable about the book is that the monster is abhorred so much only because it looks so bad. He has communiacted to the other people that he is harmless and may even help them, is kind but everyone hates him only because of the way he looks. That sort of tells me about the English and European mentality of giving preference to looks and how they hate the blacks and asians for their apperances and treat them as the lesser creatures. Conception is great but truth be told, I am not all that impressed by this work. It is gothic and very famous and a new idea , thats why I am reading but I have read better works and i might be naive and not fully understanding its implications and intricacies but I do not find as interesting as I thought it would be.
That was before. Now i think that it is a good book after all but still not as great as I thought it would be may be because I had great expectations from it before. It is said to the starting or one of the earliest works of modern science fiction and so it seems. Also it is gothic and has a monstrous apalling creature. I have read in it the allegories of racial discrimination and also about unwanted and orphans and those people who are deformed ( sick and lepers kind ). In fact all those whom the world despises and thinks of them as malignant by their looks itself . Driven by this hatred they actually become the being they are perceived to whethere they want it or not. Kind of a critique of the society that we live in.
My reading spree continues but this time only due to an assignment and not so much because of will. Dracula was a long book and it certainly took much effort and time to read.
Dracula is a pure Gothic horror story based in 18th century England and has all elements of it. It is very nicely written and one can imagine the horror and chill. Also, the book is completely in the form of journal entries and letters and telegrams and newspaper clippings. This gives us a very personalized view of the situations. Plus, it reinforces the sense of horror through many first person narratives. He has used different accents for people of different places and Van Helsing himself has been given a rather poor command on English language as he belongs to Germany. This sets the mood right and audience is able to believe in the tale, it enhances the believability. Although it is a work of fantasy fiction, it is mainly based in the realm of realism and I say this because everything takes place in the real world however there are some unworldly characters.
It sure is an interesting read where you get to see all the English customs and courtesies and grandeur with horror. I am sure that if I had it read it while holidaying I would have enjoyed it much more since my fantasies would have been allowed much space to run then. Took me around 13 hours to read. It was 684 pages long and the biggest trouble was that I had to read it as an e-book. Today is a day of much writing as after finishing these two rather longish posts, I have to write an analysis of the Dracula Story. This is going to be a long day!! hmphhh Monday blues already there.