๐Dear Old book,๐
๐I don't know for how many years you have been lying in the bookshelf , In the same corner ,must be many.
But every time I hold you in my hand a unique aura of nostalgia surrounds me.๐
๐Yeah I know you have grown old,shabby ,a bit dirty and dog -eared, but how was your youth days? ๐
๐Many must have read the story printed on the pages but are there any story of yours left unread within the pages.
Do you still wish for the olden days when you were a slender pine tree in a mountain forest, do u still want to feel the mountain breeze, miss the chirping birds that used to surround you. Do you?๐
๐How was the day (or the pain) when you we uprooted and taken to the paper mill.Your soft wood crushed and made into thin sheet of paper and then the paper was transported to printing press and got printed along with some lovely illustrations๐
๐How was your journey from a tree in the open forest to a book prisoned in the shelf? You gave us happiness but was your journey a happy one?๐
From,
Rivannah
