Happi­ness comes in small doses, like the whiff of perfume that wafts on the breeze for a second, hovers under the tip of your nose, and then dances away merrily in a tanta­lizing swirl.

Sometimes it appears in the form of books, not the ones that you read, but the ones that you could, as you stand in the library, walk around tall shelves, pick up a book or two and watch its pages flutter through your fingers. A mixture of infor­ma­tion, thoughts and ideas that is so potent as to make one dizzy with sheer delight. Crisp pages filled with hours, days and months of somebody’s work, crystal­ized into little bits of paper.

I walked into the library last weekend, after many many months. It was good to be back.

Tags: Book, Library

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