The scent of the books neatly placed on the shelves races the imagination wild with meaning.
As we bury our neck deep into books, we sashay in a dream world cut off from the boring existentialism.
Beautifully etched characters provide the figment for identity as we are carried away into the world of super heroes, romance, science fiction, poetry and erotic love.
Myriads of dreams expressed and lived through the creative minds of authors,
as we charter to territories that were unknown to us.
The scent that only book lovers can smell and, very rarely, we express deceit coz the scripts never disappoint us.
The sixth sense imbibed in us sense beauty as we lay our fingers on the book cover and pulsates the mind as we reach our destination.
What we need is to hop on the train of books and be transported in a world of pure ecstasy.
All we desire is to live in the bubble forever and never to wake up from the amazing journey of books.
Books churn out stories that we could never experience in real life as we inhabit the characters.
It’s pure ecstasy that only die-hard romantics like us can experience.
It’s our world.
How can book worms like us resist the urge of penning our dreams in a book?
Book lovers like us nurture the secret dream of scripting our own stories and see our names on the shelves occupied by millions of authors.
Book lovers, let’s run our imagination wild, rush the adrenaline down the spine, indulge in script orgies and let the words flow like the ocean coz we are crazy minds.
To all the book worms, make some noise in our world.