Somethings that only books taught me 😀 At least I do this all, I repeat ALL the time. Definitely a black belt, unless there is something better than being a black belt. (HAHAHAHA) This one gets me laughing, every time I see this 😀 When books teach you life lessons. A big thank… Read More Book Nerds Will relate!
Writers and readers are hopelessly romantic. They live in a fictional world, and tend to be unacceptable to the real world. They immerse themselves so much in a world, which does not exist that they deviate and forget that they live in a world, which does exist. They seek pleasure in something, which is unreal,… Read More Living In An Illusory World.
I have been told that some books that you read in your childhood, are meant for your childhood. Not be read in your yonger days, and not to be read as you grow. For they are mere fantasy plots, which make you believe in things untrue. But today, I feel literally no shame in saying… Read More The Velveteen Rabbit.
Yesterday was Amazing!! And I still remember posting the same very thoughts the same very day, last year. And sure, time and things have changed but some things (thankfully) have remained as I wished them to. Some of you might be really wondering as to what exactly was yesterday, well,, it was my birthday. And… Read More A Year Older; A Year Wiser?
For me books are more than just books. Books are more than words, They are more than mere pages, They are more than simple plots and fictional stances.. Books are my weakness and they are my strength, They are my escape mechanism, And they are my reality!! They are ever present, non complaining friends, They… Read More Books- My Strength!
Today I have another reader realization, Bare with me.. You know you are a reader, you are certain that it is the only pleasure in your life, that it is the only solution to all your problems, that reading is the only source to digress yourself from all those problems, that reading is the… Read More You are a Reader.
I only write when inspiration strikes. Fortunately, it strikes at nine o’ clock sharp every morning. -William Faulkner