After a long while, today I placed my books back to my shelf. The simple wooden shelf that I had bought as a student to display my prized possessions- Books, has been with me ever since. The smell of wood has now become more prominent than ever, like relationships that become stronger with time, filling your senses with nostalgia every time to run your fingers through it. You feel the warmth of days gone by. But, then there is a day in life, when you just wish to become someone else. I felt it too. I threw all my books in a box, never to see them again. Why, because the letters in those tiny bundles of paper were mocking me and my existence. So, I decided to drop them from my very own being, unceremoniously. They didn’t deserve a teary farewell.

No mingling with words today. Life has been on a fast lane for a couple of years. Today, when I look back I realize some of the threads have broken inadvertently, leaving no trails to trace their origin back. My books were also a part of the caravan that was left behind. I had shared a lifetime with them. They had witnessed my tears, my smiles, my dreams and my nightmares too.  Then one day, they decided to remind me all those days, which I had wished to erase from deepest of my reminiscences.

My heart gradually becomes unfilled with each day, deepening the extent of void. I wished to write, but thoughts were resolute to act defiant. And then I realized, I can’t live without love anymore. Love that I got from those black and white letters printed on papers with slightly coarse surface. I love them a bit too much to imagine my life without them. So, they are back. In all their pride and might, to my same very old wooden bookshelf. I behaved badly with them, therefore, I am now going to communicate with each of them, lingering through each word, to the content of my soul. I am sure, we will be friends again. 

The void in my heart has started to fill. Something has been lifted off my heart and I smile at myself as I feel the tender touch of books on my fingertips. There is a life waiting to be lived again and I am ready to embrace it tight, close … very close to my heart…

With a bated breath and trembling hand I touch the face of my old friend, I have just met after a long while. I run my finger through it and it holds me back- have found a part of my life back which was “Lost In Time”…