To kill the ninety minutes that it takes to reach office, I started reading ‘Eleven minutes’. This is a book by Paulo Coelho. I didn’t pick it from amongst many. One friend passed it on to me a couple of days back and I decided to keep it for some time.
I have read 120 pages of the 275. The book is interesting. The book is about a prostitute. Or rather, the making of a prostitute. The book occasionally talks about love and a couple of sentences did leave a mark. Let me quote something for those who haven’t read ‘Eleven minutes’.
In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.
It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.
That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in world without owning it.
3 replies on “Eleven Minutes”
You will learn a lot from it… many more of things like that to come your way..
11 minutes? Whats with the name?
Have reached page 220 and the book did take me through an interesting ride.
And by ‘many more of things like that’ I hope you meant that book and not the kinda things that came Maria’s way 😛
That’s some funda! I am sure you can find that out pretty fast!