I am not so much of a natural reader. So, often I just continue to read books, a few pages a day to keep going in an attempt to keep growing. However, in the rare occasions I find myself immersed in a book brings a joy I cannot really explain but really appreciate. I am not much of an explorer with little courage for adventures but a lot more fears. But, as I ventured into books, I found the comfort and joy of exploring worlds and experiences I could not venture out for in my real life.
There are moments I am enjoying myself in the world of characters and yet another ones when tears emerge at silliest occasions. While then stopping in between to take a moment to reflect on how I feel. Reading the same book as a friend with whom I could then share how I feel and share thoughts has long been an unchecked box on my list.
I love conversations and am often known to be a chatterbox in my circles but on days I find it difficult to say and feel thoughts and emotions bottling up, I more often than not find my solitude in the world of books and pen.
I am by no accounts an avid reader but books are indeed one of the few indulges in my life proudly undertake.
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