There are some things that you get attached to very early in your life. They remain a constant pillar of support all throughout your life; they are always beside you silently when everyone abandons you in the shadows. It may be a person, it may be a thing or it may be a passion that inspires you in life.
For me it is my books. Yes, today I am talking about my love for books. The book bug bit me hard when I was studying in the 7th grade but unfortunately I don’t remember the first book that I had read. I do remember that I was fascinated by it so much, that I borrowed another book from the class library, and then another and then one more. It was like a whole new world had opened up for me, a secret world unknown to others was unfurling in front of my eyes, even when the world around me remained unaware of it.
I was along with Famous Five in their adventure, I was with Nancy Drew trying to solve the murder clue, and I was fighting beside the Hardy Boys armed up against the bad guys. I was with Betty when she was writing in her diary about her splendid date with Archie. Although I never attended boarding schools, I knew what life in Malory Towers was like. I devoured the stories in Tinkle (An Indian comic published every month).
As I grew, my interests in different genres of books started varying. I read mysteries, thrillers, books about serial killers where in the end, good always triumphed over evil. I read horror, I read young teen books- Mills and Boons kind but very soon I got bored of it. I read chick lit, which I loved because it told stories of women, just like me, who were trying to balance work and persona life and somewhere the hope of finding true love burnt like a flame in their heart.
The only kind of book that I avoided like plague was the non-fiction books. I just couldn’t get myself to finish them. Like many I fell in love with J K Rowling for creating a magical world full of wizards, witches and spells. Yes, I love Harry Potter and although I haven’t read all the books in the series, I did see the movies.
On days when office and work becomes torturous, I dream of escaping to a world full of books where I can rummage through millions of books and find one that I have always wanted to read, put my feet up, pick up the cup of tea and get lost in the pages of the book. Wouldn’t it be wonderful?
Below is the picture of my small collection of books and there are many that I haven’t read. What to do? So less hours and so many books!