Where heart melts into words.: The Bookcase

Quotes Box

"I have known music to be her timeless reverberation in a forlorn corner of my soul; just when life was closing down upon me with its pangs of haunting silence."

"Hope is the point the 'world within' comes to an equilibrium with the 'world around'."

"The cold that my body feels can be comforted by pullovers of our choices. It is the winter that comes back each year, inevitably; is how we are connected on the face of time. A sweet suffering of forever..."

"My poverty, I know, was glamorous because trading you, my love, for a better life is outright heinous."

"Love was the day when she drank and I felt quenched."

"Life, ever since, had been one gripping tale. Your happening gave it a genre."

"Want is the soul's desire. Need, the mind's crave. Love, thus, I believe, is a bit of both."

"Art is how you lie to the world without ever feeling sinned."

"Sorrow is true and beyond the powers of healing, when you can taste the oceans on your lips."

I love sitting hidden between the doors of my wooden bookcase.
In fact, when I am too unsure about picking a new read or simply feeling worn out by the chores of a routine life, needing a deliberate escape, I do exactly that: pull up a chair in between; the doors hanging from the hinges by my sides forming impenetrable walls to the most private, quietest, thought-inducing space I can have to myself, and sit with my legs crossed on my lap, smelling the musky odour of its rain-fattened timber, pulling out titles - read, unread, half-read; and turning over to stray pages to catch the story midway, off guard, littered in passages of wordy brilliance. Like impishly walking in on your woman dressing at the mirror and running your cold fingertips down her moist, bare back, evoking a love that is to remain a secret between them, like the lost reader's existence in a sea of books.

By - Sobhan Pramanik