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 insight and my head running

to transcribe it.

The feeling experienced when you finish the latest book in the series it ends on a serious

cliffhanger and there isn't even an estimated publication date for the next book in series yet


Being a smell-bound you are so captivated by scent of the books, smelling books as a way

of getting a fix from aroma of “OLD TOWN”

Emotions of unheard people who turned those pages unintentionally left their unheard stories


Spending late night in secondhand bookstore

Surrounding by infinite number of books that has been circulated million times

encompassing emotions

Every time you turn a page with the story, you get the glimpse of the person that read book

before you and left imprint

Imprint left to be seen by you

Emotions left to be felt by you

Stories left to be read by you


Vapour coming out of that cup of cappuccino that you brought with you cause book and

coffee makes the best combination

Vapour urging you to hear and read those unheard and unseen stories


Why not walk into the second hand bookstore and bring hygge into your daily life that

atmosphere of warmth ,well-being and coziness when you feel at peace and able to enjoy

simple pleasure, when one feel at home the place where you feel you are the most authentic

self.


The only certainty is uncertainty there

That pursuit of happiness makes you unhappy there.

Space and time, matter and cause should owe their origin to the action of the mind has

always seemed paradoxical to common sense.

The catalyst that pushes us into a hole of depth and despair that's almost indescribable

when we feel disconnected from it.


Walking into the sunset, when all evil is concurred, and our work is done here, the hero rides off. And he rides towards a big sunset in the background.

When you yourself give book the bookmark it deserves

BOOK (Bio Optical Organized Knowledge) is what book stands for, and your bookmark then

again, define it as Bookmark in Bio Optical Organized Knowledge 

‘Night walks are an excellent break from our increasingly digital lives’.

When the walk is into the old secondhand bookstore, inside the forest far away from the

world, away from the clock, where time stops 

SO GRAB YOUR CUP OF CAPPUCCINO AND PAIN- AU- Chocolat  AND WALK INTO THE

STORE CAUSE THERE IS NOTHING MORE AMAZING THAN WALKING INTO A SECOND

HAND BOOK SHOP ,THE BIBLOSOMIA ALONE IS ENOUGH TO MAKE ONE WEEP




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