As I sit to write this, it is 3:35 in the morning. I have just finished my second reading of ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ by Khaled Hosseini. It disturbed me, it shattered me into many pieces, just as it did in the first reading, if not more. As an insomniac, I have read many books sitting on this same bed since last four years. Some fascinated me, some helped me in becoming what I am today, but only a few of them shook me off to go back and reflect up on how we progressed yet managed to stay as and savage, unfair and inhuman as we are today. After this extremely exhausting roller coaster ride, it is Mr. Harry, Hermione and Ron who is going to help me out to calm down and settle down to have my usual fitful 3-hour sleep just like many other days. Yes, I do read Harry Potter even now, this is probably the umpteenth time. I somehow find solace in these books, it is probably I relate to Harry very much, too much in fact. It could be because both of us are orphans but certainly not because I have a Voldemort to kill.