Words are such a beautifully dangerous thing... i love
reading..and i also try to pen down my thots in notes or poetry whenever i feel
like...i strongly believe that my books choose me... whn i am really seeking
answers to my lost thoughts, a book would just come to me..in the form of a
gift, or an impulsive buy, or from a long lost treasure chest, a friend, at the
right time.. there are times whn i'd pick up a book just because someone
recommended it and never read it or read it after months, just whn i needed wat
it has to offer..and there are times whn i c a book which i've never heard abt
or is tooo expensive bt i'd still buy it impulsively because i am so
drawn to it that i must read it then and there...They are my best
friends..my books.. they never give up on me..
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