All of us have that one portal to escape the world, that one medium through which each of us is allowed to skip through our world and enter others which reside in the realm of the imaginary. It is music for some, while dance for the others, food and fashion or a camera lens. I found mine after 22 years of unbinding existence.
Mine is the realm of words and images. Mine is the realm of books.
And the magic begins all over again. Unconsciously, unhurriedly you cross those boundaries of the formal to enter the vistas of comradeship.
I've something more precious than human beings with me. I've myself and I've books.
Mine is the realm of words and images. Mine is the realm of books.
And the magic begins all over again. Unconsciously, unhurriedly you cross those boundaries of the formal to enter the vistas of comradeship.
I've something more precious than human beings with me. I've myself and I've books.
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