My Favorite Novel

Because

that morning,

I could not find my favorite novel

Near my pillow.

Restless,

Scared,

and with watery eyes;

I started searching for it

Everywhere.

The first tear rolled down my cheeks,

With my most favorite quote in my head from it,

I sat on my bed, helplessly.

Crumbling under the weight of fear

of losing that novel,

My heart started beating faster.

"Big deal! Buy it again." You would say.

I know, I can buy it again.

But it wo

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n't come up with the quotes that are underlined;

my musings on page number seventy-five,

Sketches were drawn near my favorite incidents;

and with the end that I wrote there,

In a way that I wanted;

In my own handwriting.

And I don't know,

If I will be able to complete

five hundred and seventy-six pages ;

In a day.

I really don't know.

I was attached with the characters

More than the people in my life

But I guess, I will have to let it go,

As that taught me so!