My World Of Imagination

My books, my prized possessions. Those mere words that take you on an adventure far beyond your expectations. My perfect dose away from reality. Books have a charm, the power to bewitch you and engulf you into their world, a world of fantasy.

Reality is so mundane. Books are my escape from reality. Why survive in reality when you can thrive in books. Why live one life when you can live thousands. Visit all corners of the world in a day, start a revolution the next, fall in love with a vampire before and go to Hogwarts later.

Because of books I know things, I know kindness and cruelty. I know its never too late to do the right thing, I know its our choices that decide who we truly are, I know some infinities are bigger than other infinities, I know it doesn’t matter where we come from but where we go from there. Books have a way to teach you all those life lessons without you even knowing it.

I remember buying each and every one of my books. From the first Archies to The Diary of a Wimpy Kid to Twilight to Looking For Alaska to Wuthering Heights to The Great Gatsby. The happiness I felt can’t ever be measured. Each one having their own memory, their own experience. All books have their own stories some written and some unwritten. Reading is just dreaming with open eyes. My library is my life in a room. My books, my first love.

Paperbacks took my heart and never gave it back.

Books have the power to even turn muggles into wizards. Books open the door to my world, a world of imagination.

Fear Of Fears

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I fear I’ll never know my purpose in life. To live a pointless and a worthless life. Never to find my destiny in life. My fear is not dying but living a life with no destination.

I fear I’ll never be able to experience my Great Perhaps. Never to know my role in the greatest play of all. Never to go on an adventure and find myself, my true self.

I fear I’ll never know what I truly want in life. To chase all the wrong dreams and let the right ones pass by. To live a life full of regret. To be unable to follow the omens to my buried treasure.

I fear I’ll never find the moment. The moment of pure happiness. The moment when all your worries fade away. The moment as Stephen Chbosky explained, the moment you feel infinite.

I fear I’ll never be a grateful kid for my mother. Always a disappointment, always a failure. A weak worrisome child. Never to fulfill her aspirations, never to end her apprehensions.

I fear I’ll never face my fears. All I will ever do is fear and make all these fears sincere. I fear my fears.

The Second Dinner

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“Patty, I am so hungry .” I told my big sister , rubbing my tummy . “But you just had dinner .” Patty reminded me. ” But it’s already time for my second dinner .” I said impatiently . ” There is no such thing as a second dinner ! How much can an eight year old kid even eat ? Where does it all even go ?” She said pointing at my skinny body . This was the first time we were alone at home as our parents were out on dinner and mum had fixed dinner for us which was now in refrigerator . Me being a home alone movie’s fan , I was pretty excited what adventure the night would bring us and soon found out it was an empty stomach as Patty spilled our leftover dinner. ” Don’t worry Sam , help me clean this up and I will think of something , I won’t let you starve for your second dinner.”She said with confidence. Then she fished out a packet of Maggi (a brand of instant noodles ) .” But I don’t really like it ” I said with a disappointing tone . ” Sam , just try it this time , I will make it special for you . ” Patty said partly because she didn’t know how to cook anything else . I know its pretty easy to make Maggi and you don’t have to do anything but the way she made it was enchanting . Carefully adding all the ingredients and stirring them , she was so happy like she was the only one who could make it with such perfection , the expression on her face was of pure bliss.She cooked it with so much love how could I not find it delicious . ” Patty , this is my favourite dish now .” I told her while slurping it . She replied with her big smile that I adore. The Maggi my sister makes is still my favourite dish (for second dinner) .