For Love (Or Not) Of Books...
I remember the time in 2012, January or February, when I began reading , I was so hungry for books. I would spend the whole day reading. And the books I read then, I still remember the story, some lines even today. I used to have at the most three unread books at a time, not starting a book until I was done with the one I was reading. I might not have read many , but that was better. Slowly I developed a mania, not exactly of reading but of purchasing and collecting. Collecting books is a hobby, even an obsession but I am not against that. But I am against piling up unread books one over the other onto the bookshelf. It’s a pure disregard. Or may be it doesn't work for me! I just hate my bookshelf these days. It’s having so many good books yet I am not reading any. In fact, even if I am reading, I have realised that it’s more to finish a book than to read. I am in the middle of four books this time. It sucks you know. Leave. So, no more purchases