Who says money can't buy happiness? There lies my bagful of happiness!! The reader in me jumps with joy whenever the whiff of new books surround me. Each book contains a story and each book has a story of its own.
There
are times when a book becomes special just because it comes from a very dear
person. At other times, it is the beauty of the words that endears a book and I
hold it close to my heart.
Sometimes
I wonder why I feel so attached to my books. Is it because I become a part of the
story when I am reading it? Is it because books provide me a chance to co-exist
in their world while still being a part of the real world? Is it the characters
whom I befriend while unwrapping a story? Maybe it's the sheer joy of discovering
a new story when I first read a book and the wonderful feeling of being with old friends
when I read the same book a second or third time.
Like
the sun-rays on your back on a winter afternoon, books provide a kind of warmth
that can only be experienced and enjoyed. Each book is a unique friend for life.
A friendship that can be bought by money and yet it remains the truest form of
friendship and happiness!
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