Over the years, I have realised that being an introvert and loving your own company more than that of the others has its own benefits. You learn a lot about ‘Yourself’ – the one person you are going to spend your life with – and, you learn to spend your time and energy on things that help mould you into a much better version of yourself.
It can be stifling, though, being with yourself all the time. I mean, we humans are social animals, and we need people to share our feelings with, at least every now and then, if not always. But, when solitude gets forced upon you, all you can do is accept it, learn ways to turn the situation around, and revel in it!
I turned to the love of my life – my books! An avid reader as a youngster, I remember how I would wander off in the pages of my story books and forget the world. Over time, though, my books took a backseat as life took over. Until some time ago, when I heard them calling out to me during some silent moments and I picked them up again. And, discovered the magic they held in their bosom, waiting to be showered upon a solitary soul and turn her world upside down.
I have read books that took me away to distant lands; lands that held in their aridness souls that loved, laughed, cried and fought the battle of their extraordinary lives. Lives that, albeit fictional, dazzled me with their realness. How astonishing and moving are some of the stories that lie hidden amongst the pages of a book! Aren’t we lucky to have writers, who wield such power over us that not for a moment are we able to put their books away!?
There are scores of books with tales about fictional people leading a life as real as our own. People and their stories that leave us dumbfounded; characters that leave us amazed at their ability to live, in spite of it all; words that work their charm on us and help us look closely at the miracle called ‘life’.
How often does it happen, that we lay our hands on a book not knowing how magically it might affect us. A few words that almost jump at us and catch us unawares, help us find answers for riddles that leave us perplexed. Words that come together to form the epiphany that jolts us out of our slumber to look at life in a whole new light!
Being a writer for some time now, I have realised the kind of tremendous efforts it takes to string together words that touch people’s hearts, move them to tears, or even tickle their funny bones and leave them gasping for air. Words so ethereal in their beauty, they seem to flow effortlessly through the writer’s quill. Words, we so often borrow to express our happiness, our angst and our sorrow. Words without which our world would have been barren, joyless!
Ah, books! How would I ever live without them, without the exquisite little words they hold within them? I dedicate this post to the many books that helped me during some painful solitary moments; books that helped me look at life from a new angle and understand her a little better; books that made me weep, made me laugh, made me forget my worries and find happiness in their company. Books that make me happy for being more in love with them than with people! Well, you see, I am quite apprehensive when it comes to trusting people, but books…that’s a different story, altogether!
The above post has been written for Wordy Wednesday
This week’s prompt: Word prompt: ethereal, extraordinary, epiphany