MATILDA

I absolutely adored Matilda as a child. I loved how smart she was, actually the Dr. Phil of her kindergarten, doling out advice and wisdom that even her teacher, Miss Honey, finds helpful.

Recently my younger nephew, Aarav visited us; he is only 7 and such a big bookworm. He usually carries 2-3 books with him all the time.

This time he demanded me to narrate a story to him. Not too good at kids stories I checked his little bag and what a delight to see Matilda as one of the books he was carrying that day.

So I narrated and acted the story-line and he laughed and laughed and laughed.

Seeing Matilda stand up to a bully so much larger than her always gave me hope as a kid. Though it’s a kid’s literature it was such a powerful and inspiring story. I believe books don’t have to be a million pages to be wonderful.

I told Aarav, Matilda was also a bookworm like him so he laughed even more and could relate to her. Posting a picture of this little rockstar :)

When he left it was late evening, I started making my bed and at the same time somewhere at the back of my mind I felt this book left me with a question. I thought it ended very abruptly.

Matilda leaves her parents in the dust (or rather her parents leave her) to go live with Miss Honey. I accept that this is a children’s book and most kids don’t need these sorts of answers, but I require them.

Roald Dahl, I wish you’d written a sequel!