At an elocution contest in high school days, a petite girl with an amazing voice recited Martin Luther King's "I have a dream". The passion she put into her words made up for the cultural context she lacked. The audience was enthralled. J was told about the significance of today at daycare through pictures and posters. Needless to say, I was educated on "peace" and "freedom" at dinner time - and it brought back a rush of old memories.
Also, that evening, someone I would later have a crush on recited an excerpt from "A Stone For Danny Fisher". I found a copy and read it immediately after. It became one of my favorite books at the time - I still remember it with nostalgia though it would be hard to remain objective given the reasons.
A favorite uncle thought I was too young to read Harold Robbins and urged me to read Albert Camus, Graham Greene, Alberto Moravia, Andre Gide and Somerset Maugham instead.
He would go on to introduce me to many authors, memorable books over the years but had it not been for him catching me with "A Stone For Danny Fisher" it may have never happened - at least not that young. If only all events in life cascaded to result in as much good as this one did.
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Hey, I too loved the Danny Fisher book :). Good to hear about it after all these days.
Priya.
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