Pages Of My Book!

Every time I open a book, this little head library of mine wherein some books I've kept in the far-fetched shelves and some on deck, some I don't want to get back to and some to go through over and over again ad infinitum,  opens up a random page of a book which was untouched for quite long and the next moment I'm lost in reliving it, traveling all the way back in time and cherishing the beauty of every second of having spent time with it,  stopping by every book trying to summarize it all, meticulously trying to figure out how has it been so far,   laughing over how I do not remember the efforts it took me to afford that book in my library and how all of these books helped me in making myself.

The pages are turning faster just like the reel of a camera flashbacks, wondering how long have I been wandering in my own library. I came back to reality with a snap of finger realizing it has been quite long and the book in front of me is still craving for my attention, the pages desperate to be turned forward and furious over getting turned backwards instead...