Today’s Prompt: Tell us the story of your most-prized possession.
Today’s twist: We extolled the virtues of brevity back on day five, but now, let’s jump to the other side of the spectrum and turn tolongform writing. Let’s celebrate the drawn-out, slowly cooked, wide-shot narrative.
I was never a really active kid. Maybe I was never allowed to be. The irony? The area playground is actually one of my neighbours. And yet I never ventured there. Because, well, I had discovered this wormhole, right inside my house.
Maybe it is the other way round. I discovered it, because I never ventured out. Nevertheless, this collection of books is what I talked about as my wormhole.
To quote myself,
…books that can transfer to where I want and to when I want. One moment I could be lazing around with Tom Sawyer, the next moment battling Lord Voldemort and then swaying into the future with an Asimovian novel. The smell of the papers in the book. The sight of towering shelves of volumes of publications…
Well, yeah. The books that I have would be my greatest possession ever. Once, one of my friends wanting to tease me asked me a question. He asked what I would do if he set fire to my books. And he has never seen the light of the day since.
Well, some do ask me why I don’t take up ebooks instead. Sure they are
- Consuming less space
- Easy to move
- Easy to share
- More efficient
- Costing less
and so on. Granted that they do have their fair share of advantages. But then real books have so much more aesthetic feel than an ebook. Real books, NEVER, run out of charge. And if there’s someone who you want to punish or physically maim, try throwing a thousand paged book at them. You can never get that satisfaction from an ebook. Never.
So what would I do, if they did catch fire?
I’d wake up from my nightmare and do an inventory of my collection.
And about that friend of mine, I dropped him inside a library and made him read till he became a bookworm. Now he’s still inside. Never volunteers to step out to see the light of the day.