Books are like machines. Your hands are like oil to its cogs, keeping them alive and working in your mind. – Stefan πŸ™‚

The paint brush shakes in my hand as I try to make a delicate stroke. I hear the alarm, it’s 6.00 a.m. I flinch, the paint at the end of my brush seems to explode and fall onto the paper below me. The sun seems to peep over the horizon, it’s rays changing the colour of the unfinished piece of art. I smile. Another night. It’s not like I’ve always loved working in the peace of the night, but as of late, I’ve been enjoying one specific part, always watching the sunrise and never missing it.

I sigh, put my head back and close my eyes, sinking into my chair, just enjoying the moment. I open them and look at the slow swish of the blades of the fan, cutting the deep yellow rays of the morning sun. I sit up and look around on my desk. It’s a mess. My eyes drift to the stack of books on my desk.

I feel sad.

From when I was a child, books have been my friends. Being shy, I never had many friends and so, I always had a lot of time on my hands. With no TV to stare at and no video games in my reach, I would turn to books, with an excitement that is amazing, even to think about.

As time passed, I found more and more things to occupy my time with. A 30 year old guitar lying around the house was a turning point in my life. I took it in my hands, and I could feel it, the indefinite potential and the promise of great joy. So I spent every minute I had with it. My dislike for musical notations and my desperation to learn, somehow taught me to learn the guitar without them and I embarked on a new journey, but in taking that turn, I forgot all about books, I forgot about the wave of energy and excitement that flooded me when I saw a new book. The sound of music somehow replaced it, but it never completely filled it, because the excitement was different, the experiences unique on their own accord.

Time passed and I started exploring my childhood love to draw and paint. My endeavors on the blank paper took the time that my musical explorations left behind. Again, my books were left behind, and they mournfully looked on from the shelf, where dust settled on them as the clock ticked on, increasing my guilt. But I ignored it, justifying it as the unavoidable result of my development into an all-rounder, something I’ve always worked towards.

Time passed on…………

Then came into my life a new challenge. Long gone were the days when I could play music and live life easy and get an A on all my papers studying overnight. My backpack got heavier each year and the assignments piled up, taking what little vestige of time I had left.

The dust settled inching it’s way into another millimeter every year, camouflaging my once beloved friends, blending them with the furniture and what else there was that never moved.

Now here I am. School’s over and my guitar sits in it’s case. My paint sits safe in the back of my drawer. They are still alive in my life however, adding perspective and colour to everything I do. But they don’t take up much of the clock. Not like they used to.

I wonder what I could do to use my time well………

I get up from my chair and move over to my books. I take one and wipe the dust from it’s cover.

Nostalgia! That must be how I can best describe it. A longing for a time past, an excitement that took me through at least five books a week.
I look at the book with love. I open it. Then I look at my bed. I should probably sleep. The book looks at me. It somehow seems to understand. β€˜No Worries’ seems to hang out from it like a placard.
Not this time, I say. Not this time.
I sit down once again, this time with a book in my hand.

Have you ever felt like I did? Do you have a hobby you lost in time?

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I am a college student, studying in India. I'm a musician and I love to write, be on stage, and meet people. My blogs are about looking at life from a new perspective. I try to talk about the things we all sometimes miss out on.

44 thoughts on “Nostalgia”

    1. I now read from a kindle too,but even though it has it’s advantages, it never has replaced the feel of a book in my hands. But I love the kindle, as now I can have my entire library with me! πŸ™‚ The internet certainly has changed the way we read! Thank you for the comment! God bless! πŸ™‚

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  1. This post took me to a roller-coaster ride of my long life of hobbies, which I lost practicing a couple of years back. Thank you for writing this and triggering the lost fun.

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    1. We all have those. I was thinking about what to write for this post and I thought this would be good as we all have this feeling, a longing for an old hobby we want to do but is not able to! Let’s try and bring back those hobbies! Thanks, Himanshi!! God bless! πŸ™‚

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  2. I have a life long love affair with books. I still have a small library of books. Writing books took up a lot of my time and still does. Writing blogs has taken away my time with my books. I do read a little here and there. Thank you for opening up allowing us to express how we lost our love for reading !!

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    1. Thanks, James! I have a small library too. My blogging inspires me to read, so it somehow seems to work together. And I always have you guys to deliver some of the best reading experiences out there! πŸ™‚ God bless! πŸ™‚

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  3. I loved reading every bit of this. I used to read my bible a lot and write a lot of commentaries. I guess that’s the part of my life that I miss the most. These days I read from my phone and write nothing in response. It hurts. I want to go back. And that’s one of the reasons I started my blog, to keep the deep thinking and writing going. As for reading, I hope that one day I’ll read as much as I used to.

    Thanks for sharing this.

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      1. I’ll take a look at it. It must help, documenting the times we spend with Him. Sounds like something I should try. But I confess, life has taken a swing at me. It shouldn’t be an excuse, kids should never be an excuse. πŸ˜ƒ

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  4. This is such a great piece! I have many hobbies as wellβ€”I sit with my journal (which serves as a sketchbook and diary), my laptop, and a library book everyday juggling between which art I want to spill myself into. I get so excited to do everything at once, sometimes, but other times I’m binge watching a show with little inspiration for my own art. I love that you validated my thought process by sharing your story.

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  5. Well I use to read too back in my school days. But later I stopped, mainly because I didn’t had a library membership. And I didn’t tried to get one either. Now I read on Kindle. But it’s not the same as a real book. I love smelling book, it’s a stress buster.

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    1. Yes, the smell of a book really is something. One of the first things I do when I get a new book is smell it. πŸ™‚ Kindle works for me but I also have some books. πŸ™‚

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      1. I actually have a Kindle app on my phone not a Kindle. But I think they works the same lol.😢

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  6. You are such a gifted writer,I love reading your posts! And I love the content of this post….life is full of different stages for sure. As an introvert myself, singing was my go-to….and I too put books aside for a while. Having the time to read again at this stage in my life has been such a wonderful renewed pleasure!

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  7. I simply loved the way you described the entire scene, Stefan!
    Yes, the way you felt about books, I felt about my art. I quit making art years ago, after I got married. It was only in 2014 that I picked up my pencils and began sketching to preserve my sanity. And was I glad I did it! The same goes with my books, too, which at times feel ignored when I ditch them for my laptop. Now, though, with the A to Z over, I plan on getting back to my books as well as my pencils and paints. Get back to happiness! πŸ™‚

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  8. Yes I’ve got similar feelings and emotions and yes about books too. I have many passions and hobbies, love new challenges and trying new things. However, there is always one constant in my life… books πŸ™‚ I cannot imagine life without them: adventure, romance, mystery, thrillers, biography, history… All depends where I’m with my life at the time and how I feel. I love this moving into another world while I’m reading. Great post! 😊

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    1. Wow! I could feel your love for books in your words. Books do take us on trips we never forget. The more you read, the more you love them! Thank you so much! God bless! πŸ™‚

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  9. I love your article. It’s so raw. Somehow it creates an intimacy that I find incredibly moving. Being able to do that is truely a form of art itself.
    I have experienced that once we have found a hobby that really has personal meaning to us and we happen to lose sight of it, we always re-discover them. Like they are some part of us that we simply can’t brush off.
    I have always appreciated playing with words and watching others do the same. When I stop writing or reading -and sadly I did for a while – I begin to crave it. Same with sports.
    So we might as well embrace our passions πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you so much! That’s a very beautiful comment. I a, so glad I could inspire you. You really added a perspective. Yes, they are like a part of us. Like a muscle that never moves. And you get that sudden surge of movement and energy when it does move again after a long time. Let’s make those parts of us move again. God bless, and thank you once again. I am always glad to be a part of your lives. πŸ™‚


  10. A great conversation piece!

    Nostalgia, a word that provokes so much sentiments within a heart. I’ve never been one reminisce on what was. Growing up I wasn’t into books, I loved music and tv. The only book that peaked my interest; the Bible! I even wrote a sermon from it for a church teen talent contest. I came in second, probably because I was extremely nervous. Nostalgia, thanks Stefan; for taking me back to a moment that was!

    I too had a guitar, I was trying to self teach; a moment that was!


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    1. Thanks, Warren. That’s a beautiful comment! Yes, a moment that was! There is a beauty I believe that lies in the feeling of nostalgia. I really wanted to bring it out in words. Thank you for sharing! πŸ™‚ God bless!

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