“A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy”. ~Edward P. Morgan
Sometime I wonder how I started doing this? It is not more than three years when I started reading them, slowly and slowly something transformed inside me and provoking me to do it again and again. I found persons in them, to whom I follow or consider as my model and to some I loathe to the extent that I may turn my face on them if someday they take shape in flesh and blood. They can change your persona such that other can feel difference in you. They changed my outlook, perception, value system and many things, existence of which was earlier unknown to even my soul.
When I get one of them in my hand I find a strange solace in it. They remain with me till they utter the last word and then they find their rightful place in my self where they will remain as diamonds sparkling and showing path anyone who want to adore them with open mind and a small place in their heart.
Life moves and so also they but the value they deliver at any given point is always equal in one particular point of reference.
I love them because they do not ask which religion I endorse, which caste I belong, which ideology I subscribe and whether I am beautiful or ugly, black or white, rich or poor. The true symbol of secularism, still and lifeless yet vibrant enough to uproot you from the grounds hitherto considered as elementary and pure.
They are Books, they make you laugh, cry, enjoy and despise, you name a feeling and it is here. Their world is different and they transcend you to the heights where the entire vista looks different and new, with horizons beckoning you towards them to whisper in your ear “look at life through our vision it is altogether a new world, a world where you can find the true self beyond the opaque and greasy covering of society which makes us blind, deaf and dumb so we can never discover the sinister designs of it. Life is beautiful only if you can enjoy both the side of it, because in absence of one the other is meaningless.”
My tributes to those immortal souls and pieces, which makes our world still inhabitable beyond all limitations.
Sometime I wonder how I started doing this? It is not more than three years when I started reading them, slowly and slowly something transformed inside me and provoking me to do it again and again. I found persons in them, to whom I follow or consider as my model and to some I loathe to the extent that I may turn my face on them if someday they take shape in flesh and blood. They can change your persona such that other can feel difference in you. They changed my outlook, perception, value system and many things, existence of which was earlier unknown to even my soul.
When I get one of them in my hand I find a strange solace in it. They remain with me till they utter the last word and then they find their rightful place in my self where they will remain as diamonds sparkling and showing path anyone who want to adore them with open mind and a small place in their heart.
Life moves and so also they but the value they deliver at any given point is always equal in one particular point of reference.
I love them because they do not ask which religion I endorse, which caste I belong, which ideology I subscribe and whether I am beautiful or ugly, black or white, rich or poor. The true symbol of secularism, still and lifeless yet vibrant enough to uproot you from the grounds hitherto considered as elementary and pure.
They are Books, they make you laugh, cry, enjoy and despise, you name a feeling and it is here. Their world is different and they transcend you to the heights where the entire vista looks different and new, with horizons beckoning you towards them to whisper in your ear “look at life through our vision it is altogether a new world, a world where you can find the true self beyond the opaque and greasy covering of society which makes us blind, deaf and dumb so we can never discover the sinister designs of it. Life is beautiful only if you can enjoy both the side of it, because in absence of one the other is meaningless.”
My tributes to those immortal souls and pieces, which makes our world still inhabitable beyond all limitations.
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