It’s the monsoons – perfecto for my renewed challenge to read books and rekindle this long lost interest of mine.
Once upon a time, I was an avid bottle-eyed bookworm utterly obsessed with books and smitten by the written word; libraries where my seventh heaven, my cloud nine, and under the blanket was my cozy wormhole, night was day and day was night, I never cared. Good times!
But unfortunately, as time passed by and life ebbed on, so did my dwindling interest in books. Ever since, I have been wistfully wishing to read books again… but Mr Procrastination always won fair and square!
“A writer only begins a book. A reader finishes it.” – Samuel Johnson
So I asked myself – if not now… then when? So recently, on a spur, I marched myself into a lending library nearby and gifted myself a membership and now here I am… a happy bottle-eyed bookworm again – and loving every minute of it!
Stepping into the library was a spell binding moment – the familiar piles and stacks of books, the numerous rickety shelves, the rousing blurbs on the back of the books, the crisp scent of brown tinted pages – the very ambience of it all – simply stirred a soft nostalgic adrenalin rush. Memories in paper.
Now, curled up with a book and snug in my cozy wormhole after ages – I am thrilled beyond words that I gave my reading challenge a shot. Books are here to stay. Solid.
Leave no regrets behind. Better now than never.