A folded page

"Ohh sorry. I was in my head" he said after bumping into me. "It's ok" Thats the only thing I said. I was in a book market. It was a heaven for me. I was excited to go to the bookshop and buy books.

"Uncle, can I look at the new stock of second hand books? " " Sure beta, take a look at this pile. It came this morning only." The pile of books had 'November 9 by Colleen Hoover'. My eyes shone as I saw the title. This book was on my list for a very long time. "I'll take the November 9" I told the uncle and waited until he gave me the book. I took the book and a wide smile on my face and left the shop. I started to read the book as soon as I got home.

'Loving someone means accepting all the things and people that person loves, too.' I read the lines and pondered over them for some time. I never fold the pages of a book but I wanted to fold this page to remind myself of this quote. But it was already folded. I started to read further. The book engulfed me completely. I couldn't stop reading the book. Everytime I wanted to fold a page to come back to it later, it was already folded. It might be an insignificant thing for lot of people but for me it wasn't. I wondered whether the person who folded this had same thinking like me. " Sarahhhh!!!! " I heard from downstairs. My mom was calling me. I had spent the whole day reading the book. I finally finished it at night. This book was something special. It had a creative idea of dating and it was full of twist and turns. Just like a real life. I felt so many emotions after reading the book but more than that I was more curious about those folded pages. It was a chill afternoon of November when I started a new chapter of a book along with a new chapter in my life.

After 2 months, I went to buy some more books. This time I chose 'Verity' by Colleen Hoover. Yes this is the thing with me. Once I like a book , I read almost all books by that writer. This book was a thriller with unexpected and creepy plot twists. I couldn't believe what I had read. This time also, I was more intruiged with those folded pages. 

Next time when I went to the book shop I asked the shopkeeper about the person who sold these books. " I sold them to him, any problem? " A similar voice came from behind. " Oh so its you, Mr. I was in my head." "Sorry?" he asked with confusion. " Nothing. We bumped into each other few months back. " I told him. " Do you fold pages of your book?" " What kind of question is that? Ofcourse yes." "So let me tell you that I also wanted to fold same pages that you already did." He looked at me as if I have said the most bizzare thing on planet earth. " I know, you might be thinking what's the big deal about it. " Are you mind reader?" He asked as if it was completely normal. " No. But I think we like same kind of lines or may be even books." " Okay." Thats the only word he said and started to walk away. "Hey Mr, do you want ro discuss books over a coffee?" " I am hungry. A coffee won't be enough." He said and smiled. It was a genuine smile. We went to a cafe and ordered a meal. " Team manuscript or tem letter?". I asked " Team manuscript for my life. " Finally someone beleives in the manuscript. This was a start of a very long conversation. We discussed all the books that we had read. We told each other everything that two book readers discuss. We spent the entire day talking about books, life and a common desire to become a writer one day.

We finally got up from the cafe when one of the staff members informed us that its time to close the cafe. We both got up and went outside. " So, Mr. I was in my head what is your name?" " You will know it when I write my first book. " He said with so much determination that I didn't feel the need to really know his name. " See, we spent the whole day together by having conversations. Let's just keep this day as it is. I don't think we will meet again. I don't mean you are a bad person or a serial killer. But I beleive that sometimes it's better to dedicate a chapter to someone rather than entire book. Let me be that folded page of your life." I kept looking at him as if I had seen a ghost." What happened?" He asked. " I think you would really become a good writer one day. Thanks for this day." I told him and we said goodbye to each other.

As he said, Sometimes it's better to let someone become a chapter than a book. We both had a great time with each other. There was a possibility of us becoming friends or life partners for that matter. But that wouldn't be as special as this one day. After all if you fold all the pages of the book , those pages lose their significance.