I Stole My First Book. And It Started A Life Long Affair.

I stole a book from the library during my college days. I could not recall what drove me then, but it was silly.

I never read that book. For the first time, I felt the emotion from the book. It was upset. I never imagined my thoughtless act would shape the way I am today. I started a new relationship with books. That event changed my life.

I owe my creativity, art, inspiration and knowledge to all the books I read.

I am not an avid reader. But I read.

Only some of the time. But most of the time.

I do like to surround myself with books. My mini-library in the corner means a lot to me. I feel their presence all the time.

I have Kindle with many ebooks, but I still prefer to read from a physical book. I love that subtle sound when I turn the page from an actual book. I love that peculiar paper smell.

Today, numerous on-demand channels flood with films and TV shows worldwide. Just because access to everything is a few clicks away, we have lost to appreciate the value of time. It takes less time to watch a movie on Netflix, But the absolute pleasure is going out of home and watching a movie with popcorn.

I feel the same about books. Reading is essential to me, but how I read does matter.

Although I spend hours curating books on the Internet, I still prefer to buy them at the bookstore. It’s not just about purchasing a book. It’s how I buy it.

The COVID-19 pandemic didn’t hit me mentally but ordering books online was disturbing. I feel bad when the delivery man abandons my brand-new books on the floor. It is like someone has disowned the newborn child.

I haven’t read the majority of the books in my home library. However, they are more valuable than what I read.

Books’ mere presence inspires me to write. Sometimes, they make me feel insecure.

I often lend a few books to my friends but most never read. They return the book and don’t talk about it. It does not bother me. Instead, I look at the book. And it stares at me too.

I don’t feel that bad for my friend who did not read. But I do feel bad for that book.

Like my friend, I may not have read the book, but she never complains because she is back home. She can look at me while I sip tea from the cup or while I read. Sometimes she tells me to take a rest from writer’s block.

I love to walk with my book in hand. I may not read, but I like to hold. It feels like walking hand in hand, together.

I contacted the train administration staff to get the book. I was ready to travel to depo no matter how long it would take. After chasing for ten days, they confirmed there was no book in that coach!

I didn’t find the same book in any bookstore. So, I ordered it online without even looking at the price. The book came within a week. My son was happy. But for me, it’s still not that book! From that purchase of an episode, a new idea emerged.

It’s not out of agony, but I would love to.

I like to see how you grow a love affair not with a book’s story but with the book itself.

I would also love to read your love story with books and personal favourites.

I write articles on content creation, my indie filmmaking journey, hand-picked reviews on unique films, life lessons, perspectives and minimalism.

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