Lost Loves
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve picked up a book that was languishing on my shelf, aching for a touch, desperate for someone who would spend some time with it and understand it, and ignored it.
On one such day my eyes fell on an unfamiliar cover. I gave it a chance and read a few pages. Big mistake. You give them the love they deserve and what comes next is the crushing guilt. How could you have ignored such a beautiful piece of art for so long?
To make up for lost time I showered it with affection. Sniffing in its old vanilla essence, tenderly caressing its grainy dry visage, re-reading its nuanced sentences and doing it the courtesy of ruminating on its words. Most of us just need the right treatment to be our best selves and this rediscovered book was no different. It opened up and put forth its true features for me to revel in. The sounds came alive and the words took on multiple meanings. The characters became three dimensional and I started losing touch with the world around me. Love transforms for sure.
Time collapsed slowly. Breaking into chunks that fell and shattered into their amorphous forms…slowly blending into the air around me. The sublimation did its job and I had no idea when I was.
Suddenly it was time to bid farewell. The book slipped through my fingers and took off into the night on its papery wings while I stood by with a satisfied smile on my face.
I turned and trudged on my path trying to rediscover all my other lost loves.
