To the man who made me an artful voyeur : You stroll inside a bookstore, and your eyes linger over each book. The air smells sweet, yet strong - a smell as similar as of a dry winters afternoon. You walk from one shelf to another. Suddenly you stop, pause! Your eyes become brighter than before,you slightly bend your head and read the words - written, and take out that particular book out of the hundred ( say,thousand) books....put it flat on your palm, and start turning the pages curiously, carefully- one after another-and reading the blub (if any). You try to make a bond with the unknown book, either emotionally or intellectually. Once it is strongly made, you get sure of making it yours, against all odds.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 09:12:41 +0000
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