I am Bookmark. A companion in your reading pursuits. A long rectangular piece of paper, I keep a track of which page you need to start from the next time you pick that book you just can’t put down. I save you the effort of having to remember the exact page number where you stopped last evening.
I am proud of the service I provide to you. I am writing for expressing my deep gratitude to you for choosing me to be your partner in reading the book. Of the several lookalikes you chose me. How glad I am for that kind gesture of yours.
Today was the first time you opened the book. After the first few pages I could make it out that you were glad to buy this book. Money well spent. Nothing could make me more happier. For when you like the book, it means that I can serve you for the full length of time you spend on it. I also understand that the author has done a great job. His story is mesmerising, the characters vivid, and the language a lesson in expression of thoughts. I know this because I can see, lying in the corner of your reading desk, your face convey the joy that the book gives you. I am amazed at how you humans can communicate through the written word so vividly.
I wish I could read too, but then that’s where my limitations begin. I am, after all, just a piece of paper. Perhaps companion is too strong a word. As it happens, I’ll be of little use to you once the book is done with. I and the book I keep track of will then be confined to a corner of your book shelf for god knows how long. Some day, I hope, a kind friend of yours would borrow the book and I’ll piggy back a ride to another of those reading desks and watch the same emotions flash across the reader’s face all over again.
Once again, thank you for choosing me.
I remain your’s truly,
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