I think all the avid readers and book lovers out there value the vitality of words, so much so that we attempt to delve deep into the catacomb of the stories we’ve read even after we long finished them. One such close association I had was with the Harry Potter series, and I can say with fierce confidence, I was never alone in this.
What led me to write today about Harry Potter after so many bygone years? Merely the return of the wonder of Rowling’s world back into my bookshelf with her recently released “Harry Potter and the Cursed Child”. It was way back in 2008 (or was it later? I do not recall all that well) when I last read The Deathly Hallows and felt a rainbow of emotions as I finished reading the last words “The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.” I remember what a woebegone state I was for quite a while, dreaming and talking of nothing but Potter-related stuff. My mother was ultimately fed up of listening to my Hogwarts related theories and my Potter-related withdrawal symptoms (no less than any drug effect, mind you), hence I decided to lay off and started watching all the 8 movies back to back, talking to myself like a mad scientist about how deeply exhilarated I was believing in the misconception that it’s not yet over.
That was years ago. I am now cured, or atleast I thought I was. Until two weeks ago.
I heard all about the Cursed Child a while ago, but I didn’t pay much attention because I thought it’s something to do with a play in London which I anyway won’t get a chance to see. However, I was in for a surprise when I saw there exists is a book, an actual, tangible book which was then released. I believe that was my relapse point in Potter-mania. My mind rewinded back to those glorious years of putting my name down on the long waiting lists in the school libraries, twiddling my thumbs, waiting in mind-numbing anticipation to enter the world of magic in Rowling’s stories.
Harry Potter was, is, not just a book, it is a way of life, and it really helped all of us kids back then to get out of our monotonous realities of school, career, education, and families, and find a way out in the world of Hogwarts, somewhere we could again reunite with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who seemed just like how our real friends were, or perhaps, more. Having said this, as I relishingly read The Cursed Child everyday, little by little, just so I can prolong the duration of my time with Harry Potter, I was much disappointed to see that it wasn’t the same, and that this book is nowhere even close to the extent of magic Rowling had weaved earlier.
But I still read on, with almost an equal level of enthusiasm and loyalty I had before with the marvel she created, and rest assured, which will never be diminished in the years to come.
A Potterhead now, a Potterhead forever.