Aesthetics

How Reading Books Saved Me?

Reading books has been my saviour in life. How?

Growing up, I desired to be liked by others and be a part of ‘cool’ groups. But I didn’t realise that trying to fit in was making me lose myself.

Do I like socialising? Not beyond a point.
Do I like fancy things? Not at all.

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Do I like doing everything under the sun and ‘live’ the definition others give? Well, certainly not. I have my own way and I don’t see any wrong in it.

But it took me years altogether to accept me, just the way I am.

I am a hunter for books since my childhood. Wherever I go, I need a book to accompany me. However, my parents barely got me any books beyond the ones prescribed in school. So I never got around reading Harry Potter or Blyton or anything else for that matter.

I’d devour my annual school magazines (I still have them), weekly news magazines, and even my course books of English and Hindi.

In my mid-teens, when I got access to the school library, I’d borrow 2-3 books at a time to quench my thirst for reading books. Others would look at me in surprise, carrying all those heavy books home. They would often question me on my choices but smiling was the best response I could give them.

After all, I usually hate explaining myself, over and over again.

I remember spending time all by myself in the school library, browsing through bookshelves and reading whatever piqued my interest. Those memories are still fresh in my mind and they make me realise, now and then, how strong you become when you finally become comfortable in your skin.

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No longer do I need people to validate my existence. No longer do I depend on people for my happiness. That doesn’t mean I don’t love and care for others. It’s just that I have learned to love without any attachments.

So, in 2017, when I did get into book blogging, I probably had 3-4 books with me at home. I still remember my first review copy and how happy I was to hold it in my hands. That was the start. Of something beautiful, I’d forever cherish.

Now that I see hundreds of books in my room, I am annoyed at the lack of space but extremely happy and grateful for the way I have been living my dream. From the days when I had nothing to the day, I have a surplus, the journey has been full of highs and lows.

But, you need all the lows in life to get on a high.

And what I mean to say is that if I didn’t make that start due to the fear of lack of resources, I wouldn’t have attracted abundance today.

So, it’s a matter of time before you reach somewhere. Until then, keep going. Who knows what this universe has in store for you 🙂


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3 thoughts on “How Reading Books Saved Me?

  1. What a lovely story. And, it’s your story! I ask my students to write their “literacy narratives” sometimes. The post you’ve offered today would earn you an “A” on your literacy narrative. I sooooo enjoyed reading it, and now I feel you are a “kindred spirit” because of your love of and appreciation of books.

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