Sputnik Sweetheart

So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us - that's snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often, adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
-Murakami in Sputnik Sweetheart.

I like reading Murakami. Most of the time, I am not able to get what he is trying to convey. There are more questions than answers in my mind. But then it atleast raises some queries in my mind. The plots are interesting and the description vivid. It just catches your attention and you really cannot leave a book until you finish it.

Reading Sputnik Sweetheart, I really felt lost. I miss her sometimes. I feel the pain of losing something behind. I feel the pain. But then, this is it. I never tried to go back and turn the things around. May be I am afraid of it or may be the conviction, that whatever has happened is good for everyone, is too strong.

I will never be able to figure it out.