The READERA Story by DC“I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library.” – Jorge Luis BorgesA dream. Books everywhere. Couldn’t recall much details
later. Didn’t seem unreal at that time
though. Even as a child, books would
cast a spell on me. Fascinating me with the
intoxicating smell of the pages. Grabbing a hold of my senses as
I devoured the written words. Hating it when it was time to
leave the book world to the world around me. I remember this clearly because
this wasn’t a dream; this was how my life was defined. Just leave me with my books and
I would be happy as if I existed out of the world, out of time. Kings, with all the treasures in
the world, couldn’t be richer than me safely tucked in a corner with a book. Looking back, I also remember
how nothing could make me believe that the world of people deserved more
attention. Many years ago, I was thus the
child who understood the hidden magic of books and would spend most of my time
reading. Now, every book has a story to
tell, weaving what it has to say in a web of words that unravel as you read it
through. Our mind tries to decipher the
meaning behind the words and make a coherent sense that gave an answer. Perhaps this is why I had that
dream of a room full of books, bigger than any library I had ever seen. Quickly I started to read all
the names of that collection as a feeling of calmness permeated. Remarkably, even without being
fond of reading, almost everyone loves a story. Stories essentially satisfy the
imaginative and curious urge of our nature. There is no way to know if my
dream was anything except a fantasy. Unconnected with any higher
truth, it had no deeper meaning. Visibly though, my early years set
up my identity today. While others go for action or
achievement, I read. X-ray vision or super strength isn’t
my power. You couldn’t mistake me for a
superhero. Zen-like is how I feel though,
as I continue to read. © 2020 DCAuthor's Note
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