.. When you open the book shelf to hunt for the next read, a million stories and desires pop in front of your eyes. I always wonder if I'll be able to select just one at that given point. When the world in front of you is impossibly large to take it all in at once, surprisingly you wish for a larger world, where in choosing that one story becomes even more retarded a procedure. But there is a way about books, its like you transform yourself to be with them. A reader is not a person who comes to every book with a million opinions and experiences, rather he is a person who empties all that and becomes almost see - through  to form a part of the story. How many times do we judge books on all the previous books we have read? Probably every single time. Is it truly possible to come to a book with a fresh heart, to make space for its unique tale in the mind without flinching it with judgments? 

The act of reading underscores the past. It is nothing but present time-travel.