No am not what they call 'avid', 'voracious', etc. reader in their bio.But there is something about books that not only attracts but makes unaware of any human presence.
I partially remember Jensy screaming at me day before yesterday from the entrance gate of the book fair and I somehow failed to respond.
I partially remember that the moment I entered the book fair I took out my mobile phone to take a snap of this beautiful place, infrastructure-ally undeveloped but lucky enough to encompass so many stories, so many pages, so many writer's soul and journey.
A few days back I came across Eat.Pray.Love. which was gifted to me by someone very special. I touched that book after 2 long years just because I was missing the person who gifted. Cheesy love you know *wink wink*
It's creases had dust resting on it. I had not bothered enough to clean something as wonderful as book all this while.
The pages contained in them the fragrance of old memories, of the songs I mumbled while reading this book, of my conversations with the characters of the book and of my own voice mind-reading the words on each page trying to visualize it.
I have this habit of underlining the phrases and sentences I love in a book. I don't just read the books, I study them.
But naturally, when I opened this book, my favorite once, I could feel each underline I had then done and my love for those very sentences.
I began reading them all over again, word by word.
I began reading all those underlines sentences and phrases. And somewhere in the middle of 'revising' the underlined sentences, I began to read the entire book once again.
And this time, I am making square brackets around the words that interest me. At times, am overlapping the sentences I had chosen then.
Stay.
Somewhere today, in those underlined words is me; a girl so new to wonders, a girl believing stories of hearts and mumbles of fantasies.In the phrases am bracketing today is a woman who appreciates marvelous struggles and glory of dedication.
Then I had underlined the words that depicted pain and suffering and get over.
Today I bracket the words of commitment and courage.
Of love and jealousy. Of conscience.
And with a few sentence I marked then, I wonder what even made me underline this?
The book is now a new journey on the same road for me.
