The movie that made me cry.

You know how they say that change is the only constant thing in our lives. That this moment, right here is going to pass as quickly as it came yet it will leave a mark in someone's life before vanishing into oblivion. That time changes everything, every person. But it becomes all the more miraculous when you actually identify the gradual change in yourself.

After waiting for months, I finally got a chance to watch The Fault in Our Stars on the big screen today. For those of you who are still unaware, the movie is based on the bestselling novel written by John Green. A novel which breathed life into my heart with every word, every line and every page. A novel which moved me to tears in one chapter and comforted me warmly in another.

I knew I would cry while watching the movie too. It was as natural as the sun rising from the east and setting in the west. But what I had not expected of myself is that I would hate to see many people sitting in the hall watching the movie for which I'd waited so long. The moment I entered, my heart was awash by extreme possessiveness. I felt angry and sad as I had to share it with those many people. The novel was something I loved wholeheartedly, like something personal, only to be felt by me, only to be loved by me. I felt that my personal space was being trespassed by those who were there just because they had nothing else to do on a weekend, who could not even keep their stupid cell phones on silent for two hours. For me, it was a lot more than that. It was like giving countenance to the characters I fell in love with months ago. It was like meeting Hazel Grace and Augustus Waters personally.

It's silly, I know! But I don't want to make sense right now.

The bottom line is that I have changed. From a girl who used to wonder why her mom cries while watching soppy movies to being a girl who has subconsciously started doing the same. I never felt like this before, never cursed people around me for intruding one of my favorite stories and never felt too possessive for fictitious characters. Sometimes you are unsure whether you've changed for the better and this is one such time.

Also, this is the reason why I hate to share my copy of novels with anyone.

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P.S: 1. The movie is excellent.

2. During the interval, I ran into one of my batch mates from college and she said she was not enjoying the movie at all. -_-

Okay? Okay.

Sleepy eyes, late night reading, a gripping novel whose end is feared, incessantly turning of pages, biting nails, getting deeper into the life of characters, reminding yourself, time and again that it is just fiction and then like a snap, facing the end only to survive the book hangover, all by yourself. How terribly I had missed this routine!

The Fault in our Stars by John Green was a small package of incredible life wrapped inside an adorable blue cover. Though just for two days, it gave me my most favorite routine back. This book is not just a reader's delight..it is an unparalleled treasure which I am glad to have found. To say the least, I cried my eyes out when I finished this amazing piece of fiction.

You know, it is probably going to be the only book ever, whose climax was known to me before I ordered my copy and yet it did not affect my experience, at all. Of course I was really angry and disturbed when the main part was disclosed to me. (People should learn when to write 'Spoiler Alert' while reviewing a book or a movie. It is NEVER written after spoiling the plot. Please..show some mercy!)

Anyway, the news is that a movie based on this novel is going to hit the cinemas in early June this year...somewhere near my birthday. I don't know whether I'm ready to handle this story on the big screen but I'm sure as hell, excited to watch it.
I know I would have to carry a big box of tissues to the theater. Gosh! What have you done to me John Green.

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P.S: The heading of the post is from the novel.

"I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds for something extraordinary to happen to us."

- Khaled Hosseini
And The Mountains Echoed.

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Charles Bukowski
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