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today i want to write abt me and my books.. what purpose do books serve exactly???

Books are basically a refuge from the outside world... when you read a book, you are suddenly in a new world altogether.. I used to read so many books when I was young, on the one hand I am proud of it, and on the other I am upset, 'cause books make you believe impractical things as well..
My first ever book was "Cinderella". Dad took me to buy it. It started as a school assignment.. I even remember which book my best friend brought... "Ali Baba and 40 Thieves." =)
Since then, I never looked back.. With Mum's interest in books too, I accumulated lots of Enid Blyton, Readers Digest with me!! Back in the days, I used to crave Enid Blyton books.. she is still my fave!! Loved reading her Malory Towers, St. Clares, Naughtiest Girl, Enchanted Tree, Faraway land, Secret Seven, Famous Five, Five Findouters, Noddy, Brer Rabbit.. I loved them all like anything.. Now I realise why.. it was all such a fantasy.. I think I live in Fantasy land!!
In our school library, when everybody rushed after the shelves that included Sweet Valley, I could easily find my way to the book shelves that contained my fave books.. and then there were kids who wouldn't borrow books.. haha, I used to get 2 books that way, and if luck favoured even 3. :):) life was so good!!
And so it moved on.. I remember getting second hand books for just PKR 2 or 2.5 .. I used to get 5 books every weekend outta just PKR 10. loved them to bits..
would stay awake all night to read, have them with me at lunch, during dinner.. and also get scolding for that, ke khatay huay attn khanay pe honee chahiye!! hehe!!
College mein aake bhee maza aya!! Library mein buhut loag hotay thay, kayee dost tou book shelves ke pass ban jatay thay!! Un mei se ik tou buhut hee achee dost ban gayee!! I miss her!! :(
Aur zindagee agay berh gayee!! Ab utna shouq bhee nahee raha aur fursat bhee nahee, lekin woh waqt bhulay nahee bhulta! miss the olden golden perhakoo days!!


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