I like the smell of the pages of new books. It’s nothing like fresh air or like flowers or the smell of the surroundings where I go for morning walk. Its neither the smell of a fresh day nor the smell of a rainy day; neither resembles the aroma of any eatable thing that I used to eat but it’s something to which my senses gets attracted to. After having the smell of the pages the way I hold the book it gets more attached to me & works as a catalyst in a process to live the wordings of that particular book.
But it never happens with music I used to listen because I think there is nothing special or attractive in the smell of the speakers of my computer or the audio system of car. It doesn’t have that magic (or whatever it is) to detach me from the entire world while I am enjoying it, unless I have a specific mood which I want to get enhanced by the compatible music to that mood. Actually to enjoy the feelings little further provided by that mood.
The smell of the pages of a new book is “nothing like anything” just like micromax mobiles (only if Mr. Akshay is right about them). After buying any book from a shop or to get it from any of my friend (not as gift, of course, may be they don’t know how much I love books); I used to smell it for a while first with my eyes closed.
Ok, so now that you know how much I love books and their smell, it’s time to know something about my character or let us say human behavior (making it more interesting for you). It’s the most common and important question who has the power to judge any human b’s character, it’s the “choose question”. Because we should know our love’s limit. (a). Will I sacrifice my love with the ‘smell of pages’ with something else if needed in worst conditions of my life? (b). Will I be leaving it because of any reason which falls under ‘compromise section’ of life, just to keep the pace of my life keep going?
Alright, here is the combined answer of both of the questions above: so the sacrifice of mine love with pages, well I don’t think so that I’ll sacrifice because then it will not justify love, right! If it is (smell of the pages) so important for me for a book lover that I am writing about it, giving my time to it, then sacrifice means that I am giving away those particular times of my life when I were enjoyed & felt it, this is like surrendering in front of fear of losing & fear of consequences without fighting against challenge & circumstances. We should always know what is more important to us; the voting procedure will be easier then. Even in worst condition of my life the power of choosing is still in my hand & I’ll definitely choose without wasting any time because of only 1 reason that my mind is clear. Let us move on to compromise now, “compromise is like give and take” anyone who i ever had love with anyone at any point of life they would hate compromise. If given special powers to humans, the first thing they will do is removing process of this word from each dictionary present on entire colorful world. But let me tell you one thing friends, this type of words play a vital role to keep our life interesting. They take exams of ours, sometimes we wrote poetry on the page of life because the effect of these words on our life. Every true student knows the importance of exams. Exams tell you the present level of awareness of yours. Awareness of everything.
So, it is very clear that neither I am going to sacrifice my love for anything (because I have the power to choose, running along my breath) nor I am going to compromise. Because it’s very hard to imagine my life without my love, no one can take place of the elements which built my soul and keep it alive for such a long time. It’s like negotiation isn’t it? I strongly believe that negotiable life is worse than death.
On very closer inspection of myself I figured out that how important is small thing like ‘smell of pages’ is for me & I don’t even know when I fall in love with it (only if love means can’t live without something or someone & always ready to do anything for it or someone, an element which completes our life). tc
But it never happens with music I used to listen because I think there is nothing special or attractive in the smell of the speakers of my computer or the audio system of car. It doesn’t have that magic (or whatever it is) to detach me from the entire world while I am enjoying it, unless I have a specific mood which I want to get enhanced by the compatible music to that mood. Actually to enjoy the feelings little further provided by that mood.
The smell of the pages of a new book is “nothing like anything” just like micromax mobiles (only if Mr. Akshay is right about them). After buying any book from a shop or to get it from any of my friend (not as gift, of course, may be they don’t know how much I love books); I used to smell it for a while first with my eyes closed.
Ok, so now that you know how much I love books and their smell, it’s time to know something about my character or let us say human behavior (making it more interesting for you). It’s the most common and important question who has the power to judge any human b’s character, it’s the “choose question”. Because we should know our love’s limit. (a). Will I sacrifice my love with the ‘smell of pages’ with something else if needed in worst conditions of my life? (b). Will I be leaving it because of any reason which falls under ‘compromise section’ of life, just to keep the pace of my life keep going?
Alright, here is the combined answer of both of the questions above: so the sacrifice of mine love with pages, well I don’t think so that I’ll sacrifice because then it will not justify love, right! If it is (smell of the pages) so important for me for a book lover that I am writing about it, giving my time to it, then sacrifice means that I am giving away those particular times of my life when I were enjoyed & felt it, this is like surrendering in front of fear of losing & fear of consequences without fighting against challenge & circumstances. We should always know what is more important to us; the voting procedure will be easier then. Even in worst condition of my life the power of choosing is still in my hand & I’ll definitely choose without wasting any time because of only 1 reason that my mind is clear. Let us move on to compromise now, “compromise is like give and take” anyone who i ever had love with anyone at any point of life they would hate compromise. If given special powers to humans, the first thing they will do is removing process of this word from each dictionary present on entire colorful world. But let me tell you one thing friends, this type of words play a vital role to keep our life interesting. They take exams of ours, sometimes we wrote poetry on the page of life because the effect of these words on our life. Every true student knows the importance of exams. Exams tell you the present level of awareness of yours. Awareness of everything.
So, it is very clear that neither I am going to sacrifice my love for anything (because I have the power to choose, running along my breath) nor I am going to compromise. Because it’s very hard to imagine my life without my love, no one can take place of the elements which built my soul and keep it alive for such a long time. It’s like negotiation isn’t it? I strongly believe that negotiable life is worse than death.
On very closer inspection of myself I figured out that how important is small thing like ‘smell of pages’ is for me & I don’t even know when I fall in love with it (only if love means can’t live without something or someone & always ready to do anything for it or someone, an element which completes our life). tc
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