I have favourite words and then words to describe my favourite words. I have favourite lines highlighted in different fluorescent colours in novels that still smell of my childhood rose candies. I have favourite times of the year to remind me of characters that synchronized with my thoughts at that time in the past years. I guess this is what books are for, right? To capture the state of the reader's mind and label it with it's title. To match up with the frequency of one's emotions at a particular phase of their lives, and be a living testimony of those emotions. And so The Catcher in The Rye is for when I tasted failure for the first time. It tastes sour. And To Kill a Mockingbird is for the trip I took to the hills with my parents, which reminds me of the fragrance of the extra sweet chai and an extra wide smile that belonged to its chef ( or so he liked to call himself- that little Soham who worked in a run down chai-shop). So that, when this book is picked up the next time, you distinctly remember the reader who read it that once. And thence, I like to think of my books as stamps, capturing moments of me. And my bookshelf, as a stamp collection. Which needs my attention from time to time as a favour to myself. To remind me of my favourite words, favourite lines, favourite characters. But mostly, to remind me, of me.
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