It starts with a line, line by line, putting pages together and book gets marked as ‘read’. At the other side along the read, the ‘To-Be-Read’ list keeps growing. Books get piled up.
All this happens amidst life chronicles where:
- reading is a leisure activity or
- that thing which keeps life sane or
- it is habitual routine or
- something else like that.
We might not know how reading became a habit. It could be a family thing. It could be friend passed thing. It could just be a thing, whatever, with no association tags. There is this important thing – reading.
One fine day, at some part of some book, there comes an enlightening moment. It comes for no reason and it comes out of no expectation.
You stop reading!
Not because it got mind-numbing or tiresome but because the book just got close to heart. It’s not just the book anymore but it also brings something together. That something, which is very close and dearer to heart. It’s not just the lines that are being read but a gather of emotions and events. It’s not just the pages that are turning but it’s the flashes of memories and associations. You stop and go lost in the universe created by the book. While also you cry, not knowing the reason why. It’s just a good feeling that way.
That is when a ‘Favorite Book’ is found. It occupies a best place on the book shelf. The hunt now begins for another such book. Most next reads turn out to be a disappointment or may be even lead to a readers block. The reading goes on. One will never know when such moment would occur again.
I have got four such books so far. How many do you have?
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