There’s a scene in Norwegian Wood that always lingers in my mind. It’s raining. Not the kind that storms in and leaves quickly, but a patient rain — the sort that stays, filling the air with a soft, unshakable melancholy. Watanabe sits on a bench, listening to the rain fall against the trees. People pass, umbrellas blooming like flowers, but he doesn’t move. He’s not waiting for anyone. He’s just… there. And somehow, that stillness feels heavier than any loneliness I’ve ever known. Because loneliness isn’t always crying in your room. Sometimes it’s sitting quietly, in the middle of a crowd, with the rain as your only company. #Entertainment #Books #Loneliness