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It's been a long, tiring day.

Economics midterm is going to fall on my head tomorrow and I feel the least bit prepared for it, but somehow I shall have to press on and just resolve to do better for the final. Some time was imparted to developing a script for my invented language, but it is proving most challenging (particularly as I'm finding the sounds themselves aren't that cohesive).

I will be beginning a book tonight about case studies in international politics, and balancing that with finishing up Chapter 2 of The Fellowship of the Ring, which I am rereading now for the first time in over 10 years! It's been criminally long since I've lead the seminal work in the Professor's literature. I need some of the dedication that Christopher Lee had (one reread every year)!

In the meantime, I attended a spectacular talk on the history of literature on the Ramayana in India - specifically, the role of Sita. I will definitely write up a longer post in the morrow elaborating on that.

For now, it's late (it's already the next day, and well into it), and I must lay my head. In parting, above is shown a photo of the sky in its stunning beauty on the past Monday evening.

Wishing all the best to everyone. TTFN!
-S

"Little by little, one travels far..."

And so has the road gone, beneath my feet, as I've journeyed through my love for Tolkien's work, and all the forms it is taken, and incarnations in which it was expressed. It is worth remembering, for it has been long, and much has happened, and many memories, no matter how mundane or material, deserve to be remembered for themselves. Let this be, then, something of a record, a personal indulgence, for my own sake, like a scrapbook of words preserved in the great technological cloud of our era. Let this be a map and a chart of the road that has come down from my door, which I have pursued with eager feet indeed.

It began in my seventh year, when the months were drawing down into the monsoon, and minds were turning to Deepavali and Christmas afterwards. One drizzly evening, in the largest bookstore on the island of Singapore, my home, my mother put a book into my hands that would come to change me forever.

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