PROSE------"WALKING INTO AN OLD SECOND HAND BOOK STORE"
"Every choice what we make makes us" The choice was mine back then. The choice to walk simply into the secondhand bookstore, the old bookstore which comprises of nothing but memories of the people. The relics of bygone days, good old golden age. Enclosed, encircled, encompassed by books Books with yellow or white papers and unfinished endings Those bookmarks, bookends,loose-leaf and book rest Sometimes experiencing a "Page - a Vu " and sometimes trying to find your"Scroll mate " Never-ending emotions, never-ending words, never-ending writers Never-ending lines, never-ending exclamation, never-ending comas Never-ending questions, never-ending story, never-ending adjective Against ending and limited“TIME” Highlighting the lines that makes you feel something. Make note of the para that make you laugh Leaf after leaf preventing itself to me just as it was written by the reality of flirting hour and vanishing as fast as written only because my brain wanted the ...