Happy are those who love reading, for they can lead multiple lives!
In today's age of tablets and e-books,hard bound books are almost close to extinction.
Last week however, when I visited my sister and her family in Bangalore, I was nostalgic looking at her kids reading fairy tales, comics and cartoon books. It got me reminiscing.
I remember in my childhood days,dad would accompany my sister and me to the library on our way back from school. He was the one who introduced us to this magical world of imagination.
Our library was nothing fancy. It was just four bamboos held in place by a tin roof. But it was big enough to magically accommodate millions and zillions of books in it.
It was on my fathers insistence that we were its yearly members until we had read all possible books that it contained.
I still remember the excited heartbeat, the twinkle in our eyes and the tranquility felt on smelling the old, worm-nibbled pages while choosing from those million books.
I still read hard bound books! I still get excited when I choose my book after looking through millions! I still feel the fragile yellow pages through my fingers and smell the old pages before I start reading it!Sometimes a good book is all the therapy I need...
Thanks dad !
In today's age of tablets and e-books,hard bound books are almost close to extinction.
Last week however, when I visited my sister and her family in Bangalore, I was nostalgic looking at her kids reading fairy tales, comics and cartoon books. It got me reminiscing.
I remember in my childhood days,dad would accompany my sister and me to the library on our way back from school. He was the one who introduced us to this magical world of imagination.
Our library was nothing fancy. It was just four bamboos held in place by a tin roof. But it was big enough to magically accommodate millions and zillions of books in it.
It was on my fathers insistence that we were its yearly members until we had read all possible books that it contained.
I still remember the excited heartbeat, the twinkle in our eyes and the tranquility felt on smelling the old, worm-nibbled pages while choosing from those million books.
I still read hard bound books! I still get excited when I choose my book after looking through millions! I still feel the fragile yellow pages through my fingers and smell the old pages before I start reading it!Sometimes a good book is all the therapy I need...
Thanks dad !
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