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The Art of Reading

Reading books isn't just an interest or a hobby, but it is a talent. Not many people can truly understand the hidden meanings that those plain,black words conceal. I'm a voracious reader and can read for hours. There is something comforting about those velvety covers and  frail,yellow pages. Books are buses that help you reach distant islands, dense forests or imaginary lands. Fiction is my personal favourite. Those fictitious characters have personalities you can never place in ordinary mortals. Sometimes,I wish I was one of these imaginary,but exciting characters in one of those electrifying books,which enclose incidents beyond our wildest imaginations. A book and I are BFFs!

Yep, this is my idea of paradise!

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  1. Shraddha Rege13 May 2015 at 13:39

    nice to see the blog..............good to see you have started a blog.......
    blogging is a nice way to pen down your thoughts.....

    all the best dear....do write more post .....especially a list of books you read till date....which would help others to know what are the different books one can read.

    regards
    shraddha rege

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  2. Harshita18 May 2015 at 11:16

    Thanks!

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