first time ‘meet’ haruki murakami

it was a lazy afternoon, i was very bored but feel so reluctant to take a nap because i’ll for sure having trouble to sleep at night. 

i scanned through the books in my brother bookshelf, and my eyes stopped at Haruki Murakami. i know he is my older brother’s favourite and that’s the only thing that i know about him. 

i chose the thinnest one of them, it’s called First Person Singular. i chose simply because it seems to have the least amount of pages out of all other books (not because of the singular name that stands out to me). 

i recently get back to my tea appreciation hobby, not a cup of tea, but a continuously process of brewing, pouring, filtering and appreciating the tea. the tea i drink today is called black tea. but this is not the black tea that english people have known, we called that one red tea, but i have no idea why they called it black tea since it looks pretty red, at least for me. 

the first chapter is called ‘cream’. i was reading while appreciating my tea. the only thing that i had in my mind was ‘his words are so beautiful’. yes, indeed, his words are so beautiful, the story is so beautifully plotted. after reading every story, i feel like i was waking up from a beautiful dream but still can deeply vividly recall every single detail from it. in that dream, there are some hints that god was trying to teach me, i know but i don’t know at the same time. 

it’s intertwined with pure enjoyment and learning. his humour perfectly matched with me. i laughed at every bracket that he put. i can deeply feel how interesting his world is, just like mine. 

start reading the fifth story. eight stories in total.