For the love of books

“Will you ever be able to like a person?” my friend asked.

“I like many people. What kind of a question is that?”

“You know what I mean!”

I sighed and replied – “In this world that you call real? Never.”

I looked at my bookshelf and silently thanked all the books for totally screwing up my life. Because the world I lived in seemed fictional. And theirs real. I only liked them; only loved them.

But I was happy.


I think books are the only thing keeping me sane during this period of quarantine. They definitely deserved a post.

-Ishita Gupta


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