Finally, after all that angsty adolescent growing up is over and done with, my family urges me to do something more profitable. My friends - now, bankers, lawyers and doctors - wonder what my job is.

Finally, after all is over, I'm reading for myself. I am finally truly reading.

I read for myself.

I read not for my father.
I read not for my mother.
I read not for my brother.
I read not for my sister.
I read not for my friends.
I read not for a desire to find my postcolonial roots,
I read not because I can.
I read not because of the 101 theories why we should read - all flawed.
I read not for fame and fortune.

I read for fame and fortune.
I read because of the 101 theories why we should read.
I read because I can.
I read for a desire to find my postcolonial roots,
I read for my friends.
I read for my sister.
I read for my brother.
I read for my mother.
I read for my father.

I read not for myself.

In my beginning is my end. In my end is my beginning. Mrs Dalloway says she will buy the flowers herself. Gregor Samsa woke up one morning to find himself metamorphose into a cockroach. Nelly, I'm Heathcliff! It was raining. It was not raining. It was raining. Trust me. I'm telling you stories.

postscript: this entry is so important I'm referencing myself - and 6 other writers.