The first time
As
a kid, I was not told many stories except for a few Indian Mythological ones. I
still remember my friend's reaction when I told her that I have never read
fairy tales and asked, "What is Sleeping Beauty?"
Two years later, in my fourth grade, we had a period called Library. 👀 An entire 40 minutes in the school library, with books. That was the most absurd thing I had heard back then.
But then, when the period actually arrived, when I stepped into the most clean and quiet place in the school, I discovered that just piles of books stacked against the unreachable length and breadth of 4 walls, could be the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Forty minutes later, when we were asked to return the books and head back to
our class, I was sad. I, someone who ran at the idea of reading, felt like a
piece of gum stuck to a chair and that huge table, unwilling to detach myself
from there. I felt belonged. I felt a lot of things. But there was this one
feeling that rushed over and slapped itself on me, stamping its ownership. That
was when I realized that I had fallen in love with books and stories. Forever
and ever. I may own books now, but books started owning me a long time ago. ❤
Just can't get enough of your blog!!! ❤️
ReplyDeleteI already read it in Insta.... But still I read now again.... Talented cute ladooo.....
ReplyDelete