Read up

Two dark gigantic boxes with a sun touched transparent glass showcases a spectrum of glinting tinctures of colours. And then when you edge nearer, you give heed to the tiny words on the colours. Your eyes skim over them urgently in the act of searching or just in mere exhilaration. Either way it’s breath-taking. You can look at it forever.

At least that’s how I feel when I stand in front of them. Our two bookshelves, majestic and magical, dazzling in the morning, mysteriously glared in the afternoon sun, pitch dark at night.

People describe those little colour covered things as ‘action packed’ or as ‘amusing.’ Or as thrilling, heart touching, saddening, dark, deep, beautiful, whatnot…

And they really are, you know, the books of the far and wide world.

Books are really amazing! It leads us to a discrete world, to another’s story, just like that. Brilliant, are the…

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