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"It is said that the earliest spark for the telephone came when Alexander Bell was still in his teen. He noticed how, if he sang a certain note near an open piano, the string of that note would vibrate, as if singing back to him. He sang an A; the A string shook. The idea of connecting voices through a wire was born.

But it was not a new idea. We call out; we are answered. It has been that way from the beginning of belief, and it continues to this very moment when, late a night, in a small town called Coldwater, a seven-year-old boy hears a noise, opens his eyes, let's a blue toy to his ear, and smiles, proving heaven is always and forever around is, and no soul remembered is ever really gone."

- A Phone Call From Heaven
by Mitch Albom

Beginning this post with my favourite excerpt from my latest read. In fact, I just finished reading the book a couple of minutes ago and I thought I'd share what I gained from this read.

I probably started on this book some time last year but only managed to finish it now because halfway through, I couldn't bring myself to read. It's a bad habit but now I realize I find the greatest comfort in books. For that, I'm so glad I started reading again. ☺

My biggest takeaway from A Phone Call From Heaven is restored faith in God.

I've never been the most religious person. While it states on all government documents that I'm a Hindu, going to the temple has never been my favourite thing to do. I don't pray as often as my mom wish I would and I'm not as committed as my sister is. For a long time, I found it a chore to vow and go through with my vows. 

When I was 16, I went vegetarian every Friday as I lit an oil lamp for Saraswati Amma (Hindu goddess for knowledge). I don't know how I did it back then but the thought of going vegetarian now doesn't sound like the best idea around. Even though we have a prayer room at home, I haven't gone in for a long, long time now. That sort of gives you an idea of the kind of relationship I share with God.

But I do believe in God. I've always believed I don't need to go to the temple regularly or pray every day to be a believer in God. I still do, anyway. ☺

My restored faith is something that built up over the course of reading the book. It helped solidify my beliefs in afterlife, in heaven and in God - that afterlife does exist, that heaven is where we will reunite with the people we have lost, that God will guide us when we're released from our physical containers.

A Phone Call From Heaven is indeed a splendid read. I've never been so touched by words in such a long time I almost forgot what it felt like. I had so many emotions surge through my whole body with each word as I visualized the story in my mind. It was so breath-taking and so beautiful. (':

It's a soft read. Although I'm a romance fanatic, Mitch Albom is a must-read for those looking for simplicity (and for those who need a boost in faith). I've said this before but I'll say it again anyway: Mitch Albom's books never disappoint. To me, at least. I've read all his books and I can only thank him for creating such amazing pieces and letting me find faith each time. ☺

Ending off with something I relate strongly to:

""If you find one true friend, you're richer than most. If that one true friend is your husband, you're blessed."

She paused. "And if that one true friend is your sister, don't feel bad. At least she can't divorce you.""

☺☺☺

Goodnight everyone! 
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