My book collection..
Theres more to it.. and I m not showing all of it. Its just a representation.
Years back when I was just a kid, probably they were my best friends. I was a bookworm. I used to have every book which came across me. My uncle always bought me books instead of toys. And if there are exam times then my mom hid them in a safe place where I wouldn’t find it out. I would get them to read only when my exams were over.
After the completion of exams we used to get study books for the new year. I always read those books during summer holidays even before the actual term started.
Once my brother and I were fighting over a newly bought ‘Chacha Choudhary‘ comics. My mom saw us arguing, she got angry and tore the book in half and gave back to us. Needless to say we never fought over a book next time.
Then we used to exchange our books with my friends during our vacations. It was those times when I got introduced to legends such as ‘Tintin‘ and ‘Asterix‘. These comics were huge, colourful but so costly. I would have never dared to ask my dad to actually buy these for us. But thanks to my buddies and our book exchange program I got chance of reading these.
Sometimes I even hacked books out my buddy’s closet. When I found a particular person not interested in reading, I literally had them to donate books for me, that too with a signature and a message that he is gifting it for me.
Each book that I own or read have stories. One: what is written in it, and another story between the book and me.
Even after these many years they are still with me, I have collected them and they are like gems as part of a treasure.
A treasure that I cherish, hide from others, because it is inseparable from me..
And why not, it’s a treasure chest of a boy, an old boy.