Reading…. And feeling….

The best thing about a book, a good book let me add, is that it transports you to a different world, it’s like a whiff of fresh air, the sweet air of the unknown. It lets you stand in someone else’s shoes, understand what someone else thinks, acts and looks at life, what is important for that person’s life. The apparently trivial things bring about renewed curiosity; for those few moments changes the meaning of “importance” as defined by the society around you. The fabric, the veneer disappears, and what you see is the same world, but from a different perspective. It gives you a little, fascinating peep into yet another dimension to most unfathomable question of all “What exactly is this thing called L.I.F.E?”, the question which has so many answers, yet remains unanswered forever - probably for the better.

Well, do we really want to get transported to a world different from the ones we are really in? Are we all “running away”, as the cynics call it? Let that be for another time :)