THE BOOK
When I was a child I used to read a lot of books.A lot of stories set in different places , different era,different people.They all fascinated me.I imagined the world they contained inside them in my head, I gave colors to the drawings formed in there.The sky ,the houses,the market,the skin of people their smells.Everything I imagined and they gave me this happiness of me being in an another place away from all of my daily chores. I wanted to write a book of my own at those times.But then I grew up in to this persona who don't have the patience of reading one paragraph in a single go.The books which grabbed my attention where the ones which had an element of strangeness in them.Where there are incidents happening which you can hear only with a gasp. And today at this particular morning I realized that the strange things are no longer strange in the adult world.They are facts and truths.Anything can happen anytime, we are vulnerable like a small mosquito in this world.Powerful (: