Ramblings #1

You open your eyes, it’s almost 2 at night. You feel something missing, at the place your heart should be. Have you ever woken up one morning and had an immense yearning for a book/series you’d read, and wish for a mild attack of amnesia so you could read the whole thing for the first time, again?
And then you realise what’s missing. You’ve forgotten the second line of the third paragraph of the song, The Hanging Tree, from The Hunger Games.* As quietly as you can, without waking up your parents and your brother, you go over to your cupboard and open the door. A mammoth sized tumble of papers falls out with a huge thump, which you are sure was heard as far as Australia. More things gradually fall on the ground as you search among the rubble for that notebook where you are sure you’d written down the whole poem, and of course, it’s missing. After there is mountain of knick-knacks the size of Mount Everest on the floor, you find the book and finally get the line you were trying, very unsuccessfully, to remember. Looking at the lines of the poem, you laugh at your memory and call yourself a fool, a fact which is reiterated a few hours later by your mother, because you decided that since you were awake, you might as well do a nocturnal re-reading of the whole Hunger Games series, and of course the second book is missing and you are overturning the house in search of the elusive book, in the closely stacked bookshelf which ran out of space 865 books ago, and then among all the other places where you keep your books; under your bed, in the fridge, in the shoe rack, under the flower pot, beside the fish tank, between the curls of your mother’s hair, and she screams out thinking there’s a robber. The fact is then reiterated by your teacher, because there was a test in school tomorrow which the whole world knew about, except obviously you, and it went so badly that you actually scored in negative, but that’s not your fault, you can’t help it if your head is full of last night’s The Hunger Games and the paper is full of Hunger Games references ad instead of writing the definition of entropy you’ve written 6 pages on how Rue was the spark which made Katniss the Mockingjay and how she was an unsung hero and how Suzanne Collins has emotionally attacked us by killing Rue and how its repercussions will reverberate across generations. (Well, that was more interesting, sad the teacher didn’t see all this talent, all this … ’ *shrug*. ‘This energy and brightness, and –’‘Don’t say potential …’‘ … potential. Yes. Potential.”)(“Just because you’re reading Me Before You right now doesn’t mean you should bring up references to it everywhere”)**
Then that night, you are just on the edge of a dream, and then a niggling doubt claims you, is it Alohomora or Alohomara?***

*The Hanging Tree-The Hunger Games #2

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where they hung up a man
They say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where the dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where I told you to run,
So we’d both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of rope,
Side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

**-Yayy I’m finally a certified book blogger, since I mentioned Me Before You in at least one post!

***-It is Alohomora
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