Proverbially it felt as if I was listening with a mellifluous ecstasy to the magic of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake.Īt that exact moment when I lay my hands or rather I would say I grabbed my hands on the two books that I have been yearning to read since a long time, I guess the entire Universe paused. this is what Kafka wrote to the mysterious Milena, and isn’t this sentence alone, with Kafka’s vibrant expressionistic definition of love, enough to lure you into reading the book The lucky lady: Milena Jesensk. I do not know about the other people in the book shop, but to me that very moment felt as if I was on cloud nine. You are the knife I turn inside myself that is love. There was no rain today but the bright and sunny spirit of the day was as magical as any rainy day might have made me feel. They met the second time in gmund in 1924. You wouldn't believe it dear readers that I heard a real symphony in my ears at that very moment of this august encounter that happened in November. Milena and Kafka exchanged letters between April 1920 and January 1921.
“In an enchanting encounter with the myriad books that I met in a cosy book shop today, I couldn't help but get bedazzled with the cornucopia of stories and poetry that lay snuggled in the plethora of shelves at display.
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