Hooked

Complex Yet Comforting Relationship with Books

If there is someone who admits to complex, confusing yet utterly comforting relationship, I guess it would be me. And this day, I declare that I am wedded for life to that one love that spawned out of loneliness which childhood embraced me in. Not that I was an introvert, no ways. My dear ones had named me ‘Little Miss Trouble’. But, I guess that was just their way of accusing me of all their wrongs.

 So what if I cut the curtains into weird shapes and dared to put my hand in the street dog’s obnoxious mouth. All I was trying to do was trying and explore. What else was I supposed to do at the age of 8? Elope? May be I could….if I wouldn’t have found my love where I was …Home library was where it all started…behind the dusty shelf that no one bothered about. It was a pretty safe area for both of us to get together and share common interest. At the beginning, there was, though only a little, hesitation between us for we both were made entirely of different matters. But, there was one thing in common: ‘We Talked’.
I was 8-years-old then, and now I am 26…have met a number of people till yet..(fallen for some and got up with a few). But my platonic relationship with books just doesn’t seem to get over…I wonder if I am hooked…
(This is a post I had written for my personal blog)
Shivangi

Shivangi

Some girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Others, like me, are red haired, raw, and quite plus sized. Read my work on food and fashion on this blog.
Shivangi
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One Response to Hooked

  1. Lipsa says:

    I wish you’d written a little longer. I was really enjoying reading about your get-togethers with books.

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