Letter from a reader

 If we are asked to talk about something that doesn’t make us think too much then I’m sure we will all talk about something we adore or absolutely love which we call our passion.

For me, this little girl, that you are listening to, it is reading and writing. Such a cliché thing, you might think but wait, my friend, I wasn’t always a reader or I didn’t always keep a diary or a pen in my bag.

It all started a few years back when I went out to eat with my family and stumbled upon a stall which had thousands of novels on it, at first, I was a little shy to even go forward and have a look but I walked towards it anyways and picked up a book which was called “Life is what you make it”.

Another cliché thing to say but, somewhere deep down in my heart I could listen to a voice asking me to buy that book and therefore I started my reading journey.

Yes, all of them say the right thing when they say that you should take that one little step and that one step can lead you to a path unknown and lets you create your own little world.

I have so much to say and my heart is filled with joyous memories of whenever I receive a book mail.

I find myself lucky to be a part of something intellectual. Books have helped me achieve many things in life and most importantly, I now live with peace and a feeling of content in my heart.

This sure is not a one day, week, or a month’s journey but it took me years for being this kind of a person that I’ve become and I wake up each morning with a feeling of being grateful for every little thing in life and most importantly, my little friends that people call books.

Everyone has a purpose and a calling in life or so I believe it. I found mine in books, Yours would be different but one thing is for sure, it’ll make you wake up each morning with a glow on your face and a beautiful smile.