It takes me into another land which is full of emotions, filled with unsaid and unheard notions.
With faceless characters, full of interesting chatter.
Giving me their stories on a platter, for me to have a time full of imagination that matter.
Taking me into their life by holding my hand, sweeping me into their imaginative land.
The land which is full of possibility, unlike the harsh reality.
The reality which is full of liabilities and disabilities, only to check our abilities and capabilities.
It explores the genre I never thought would interest me, giving me lot of reasons to glee.
It relieves me with the negative thoughts, filling me with positive urge to boycott the unnecessary clots.
I always prefer a story with happy ending, fulfilling my happiness impending.
Because of my books I love my life, pushing me with an unknown force to strife.
I am able to find the sea of glamour, acting just like my shining armor.
Now I can relate an emotion with every word, just like a perfect fitted game of crossword.
There is so much of positivity around, leaving no space for disposal ground.
It also connects me with my roots, which has now started bearing fruits.
With a strong lineage build on books, I am able to set myself free from unnecessary hooks.
It has created a solid ground for my existence, opening the knots of uncalled distance.
Thus giving me a chance to sustain with content, without much of any resentment.
Filling my heart with love, just like a pair of dove.
Signing off with a book in front of my eyes, ready to unleash a whole new world of highs.