The New Yorker

Ever since Dr G introduced his addiction of The New Yorker to me 2 years back, i haven't been able to find a better magazine to read whenever i board a plane. It has been a habit. A good habit. I heart the sense of leisure, the lighthearted words, the beauty of it's literature. It's not harsh like Times magazine. It's not solid like National Geography nor it is black and white like Enterpreneur magazines. The New Yorker allow its readers to breath the words at their own pace. I can linger on one sentence as long as i want, and inhale all it's weight and feelings. The world stands still as i twirl my fingers around the letters.

Here's one of my favourite articles. Enjoy!