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”
Brilliant book.
You will learn a lot from it… many more of things like that to come your way..
11 minutes? Whats with the name?
@Czar
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 😛
@Mohan
That’s some funda! I am sure you can find that out pretty fast!