It is a truth universally acknowledged that a human being in possession of a good brain must be in want of a book. Always. So it wouldn’t surprise anybody that they spend hours in a bookstore, skimming through books of various types. It wouldn’t even be a surprise to see them spot their favourite book and hug it like a long lost friend, caressing it like a dog, sniffing its pages, like a ripe mango. Because, it is impossible not to do so.
I personally have such encounters almost every month now, no matter how many assignments are due, no matter how many tests I have to prepare for, because it’s simply what I love.
I still remember the first time I entered that bookstore, while I was still new to the city. It almost did lure me in and made me spend more than a thousand bucks. Later, every time I was around, I would make it a point to browse through, making puppy-dog eyes at my parents to buy me more and more books, because of course, what is this life, without books to decorate your shelves!
Slowly, that addiction only grew- to diaries, folders, papers, pens, pencils and every other form of stationary imaginable. And today of course, my shelves overflow with books and diaries forcing me to put away my childhood comics and ‘Famous Five’s into the store. And now, I don’t know what I could do, as my shelf is threatening to overflow again! How I wish sometimes that I lived in a huge mansion, with shelves enough to keep all mu books and buy more of them.
So today, I spend hours and hours sitting in my favourite section of the bookstore, slipping through the pages of books I would love to own someday. And sometimes, I spend hours sitting with my friends reading books on Astrology and laughing about the sheer stupidity of it all. And then, I read the books I’ve read so many times, I’ve lost count. Or flip through books on poetry, that I can definitely not afford today.
And today, I buy diaries and pens and papers, my first loves, my addictions. And today I buy books worth half my pocket money every month and buy more making puppy dog eyes, because I’m a Scorpio and I have that power in my eyes( yes, I’m laughing too.)
Because I love the smell of my old favourite book that has all but torn apart because I’ve read it so many times, over and over again. And I love the smell of the new book, just out of its packaging. I love the smell of the diaries and the pens and the stain of ink. And I love the smell of the rain, cuddling up in my bed, reading a book and scribbling small notes and couplets on a piece of paper so old and tattered that I end up sneezing after a couple of minutes. Because, at that moment, I have the power to be who I want- a witch, a dragon, a dog. I have the power to cry and laugh, no matter what is going on around me. I have the power to let go. I have the power to be me.
P.S: I’m sorry about the poor Pride and Prejudice reference.