Books are not just the collection of pages on which black letters are inscribed.
They are an ocean of knowledge, in which I am trying to gulp a drop.
They teach me how to balance myself in the positive and negative conditions and to calm myself.
They make me aware of new technologies, ideas, rituals, and many untold stories.
Sometimes they open their heart and sometimes they left me in marshy land.
They share their feelings. Happiness, sorrow, anxiety, love, hate everything through compilations.
The words, they shout without spark, they melt without heat, they flow without water, they climb without creeping, they catch without touch.
The word flows from the pages and create a beautiful scene. It's like I am living all those moments.
They took me on the world tour without spending a penny.
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