This weeks wordpress weekly photo challenge is Mine. I am posting here one of the indoor clicks which I took some time ago while reading a book.
Books and the whole experience of reading is an symbol of solitude for me. And the experience is what I truly cherish. I am very possessive about my books and share a very special relationship with all the books I read. Since the beginning when I started reading books I have habit of marking and noting down views and my comments in the margins of the book and by the time I finish a book its all the more important for me. I rarely share my books.
Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo had said…”As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.
Sometimes the emptiness in a room becomes palpable as if you could reach out and touch it real, hear its silence, feel its black nothingness. It invades your spirit, your soul like a stealthy misperception; a liquid lie that whispers and will not die, and makes you fight to stay alive. – Gloria Smith