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He can feel the story take control of his mind, pulling him away. His own thoughts, his worries, that voice, begin to buzz at the back of his mind, and eventually they become nothing but white noise.
From their first few weeks together, he knew that he loved her, and he’d love her forever.
Sometimes, books just take us away for a little while, and return us to our place with a new perspective.
She would do anything to see life through a child’s eyes again; a time when life wasn’t so serious, and scary neighbors were nothing more than a fun pastime, and family just meant home.
And, she wondered now, perhaps he’d come to the library in search of more than just a story.
The book had made her feel things, but was any of it worth sharing?
Well, if she was really honest, she just wanted a friend.
People don’t always understand lonely people.”
she hadn’t known she could feel this bereft from a story, some words on a page.
“It is okay to say you are sad when you are.
But then he realized, someone to talk to, to listen to her, was probably all she needed. Mukesh could offer her that.
As she stepped further into the story, she saw exactly why a young girl might enjoy it—it was joyful, it was different, to learn about all the ways to be a young woman in an ever-changing world.
There was something magical in that—in sharing a world you have loved; allowing someone to see it through the same pair of spectacles you saw it through yourself.
“Please try to remember that books aren’t always an escape; sometimes books teach us things. They show us the world; they don’t hide it.”
“Harishbhai’s son,” Mukesh said, wondering if the boy had a name, but appreciating Harishbhai’s clear and strong sense of branding.
To relive what you loved and find out what you missed before. Books always change as the person who reads them changes too.
