Dearest book,
The first time I realised that I love you was in my kindergarten award
ceremony where I have grabbed you as my reward for good handwriting. I clearly
remember its front cover wrote “Snow white and the seven dwarfs”. I opened it
at my home and for the first time I smelled you. Oh! God, you smelled really nice
and same is true for today. I didn't read you that day, but read when I was in
second grade as I was somewhat lazy then.
Each year whenever my new grade was about to start, I always got too
excited and thrilled not for a fresh grade and friends but for “you”. I used to
torture my parents to bring you to me at earliest. Sometimes, I got angry with
them because of you. It’s so funny to tell that when my mom asked to discard
old “you” I got extremely sad that my
eyes got floated in its salty sea called “tears”. But new “you” somewhat
calmed me down. I smelled of your so familiar fragrance that made me dreams of
reading your untouched pages by me for the first time as if saying “I belong to
you only”. I liked that feel so much that made me possessive for you and now
it’s one of my traits. Whenever somebody asked me for you, I have always been
reluctant to give away not only because I was possessive for you but also
because I doubted if that somebody would be able to take care of you in the
same manner as I did. Even a single
wrinkle on you given by anyone, save me, crinkled my nose. Although I
always knew everyone has a right to know you i.e. to read you but then I never
felt comfortable, in other words helpless to imagine you, my book, with someone
else.
Time grew so is my love for you. With my changing age your cover changed
too. It started with fairy tales then to comics followed by colouring books,
puzzles world, newspaper magazine, and Maths book, novels and so on. I was
nervous when you got split from a single “Science”
book to three books: Physics, Chemistry
and Biology. But slowly, I realised
that I have loved those descendents with the same dedications. Your increasing
volumes, thickness, pages, number etc scared me. But when they came to my way I
realised you abode nothing that could ever scare me. You always proved to be a
“wrapped wonder” for me.
Today as I was recalling our moments of togetherness a questioned got
struck in my mind, “why I love you so much?” As I wanted to answer this
question with full sincerity and truth, I got still for a moment and then
wrote.
“I always smelled “new” you with an exquisite feel because they gave
me a sensation that everything ends
whether good or bad to have a fresh new start thus, one should never regret
what one has missed. With you, as one of my belongings, I never felt alone as I
know people around me can anytime deprive me of their presence but you are the
one who will always be there for me irrespective of place, time and situations.
In my life there have been times where I have felt that there is no one like me
i.e. I felt so isolated but then you came to rescue me to your world where you
taught me how to accept then to expect. Whenever I felt despair, your truthful
words inspired me immensely, though people advised me too but as you know I
never listen to them but you. I have experienced people changing around me with
my successes and failures but you are the one who never changed not even when I
was at my lowest. You have never demanded anything from me and I know you will
never but surely will feebly steal my time away from me. You never said what I
wanted to know but said what I should know. I have always craved for peace in this
racing world but got it nowhere except at places where you live with your mates
i.e. bookstores. You are the one who always made me realise that there will
always be so much left to read i.e. to know. You gave me the wisdom of “Incompleteness is vast, so is learning”,
i.e. one can never learn completely as learning is a process not a destination.
I love the way how your pages absorb my
fallen tears and become uneven and wrinkled as if saying to me, “I am sad too”.
You give me my reason for existence and with you I discover my foggy identity. You are my reason to escape and my only
place to escape. You always make me feel wanted and peppy. I can never
recall a moment where I have regretted your togetherness. We two neither had
any argument nor any confrontation. I have many times thrown you away while I
was upset with somebody but you never complained, in fact, this act always made
me feel guilty thereafter thus, distracting my mind towards your well being
hence, my afflictions got flew away instantly and after that I brought you back
in my, caring but sometimes rude, hands. In this way, obscurely you solved my anger
without uttering a single word. You are
my source of power, all positive vibes, inspiration, aspiration, appreciation,
affection and happiness. This elaboration of my love for you can never end
as it’s eternal so while leaving my further unexplained love for you to silence
I want to say, “I love our lost world”.”
Thanks for being with me “always”!
I wonder if Books were Living,would they have been able to hold their emotions for the love and respect shown through this prose ! "MASTERPIECE" .How could this one ever go without any comments !
ReplyDeleteAnd that award ceremony is the most touching of all as I could relate myself to it too !
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in LKG..I missed that Book in award by whiskers ! My bhaiya got it and I could not control my tears then. I told my papa why didn't they give like that to me .He told me to study harder and since then I never missed onto grabbing it.Felt an Immense Pleasure! I still have kept secured all those ..Thanks for making people re-live their Past through this marvelous one ! Kudos..!! :)
I am glad you liked it and could relate it too!! :)
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