Read Me!

Hello!

Yes?

What, you don’t remember me?

No, have we met before?

Yes, we did.

Really? When? Where?

A couple of months back, at Crossword.

Really? Strange, I don’t remember! Anyway, what are you doing down there below the pile of books?

Mister, you kept me there.

Gosh.

Sob…sniff…That expression on your face when you pulled me out of that godforsaken book stand at crossword. I thought my purpose in life was served. You looked so happy. As if you had been looking for me…like..forever. And then you brought me to your home and placed me along side this happy looking bunch of books. Little did I know that their happiness was fake. They too have been lying here, unread. Like them, you went through the first few pages and kept me aside. What kind of a buyer are you, I ask?

Err, sorry, you did not interest me.

That’s just not done. Do you have any idea about the hard work my author put in to finish me?

I’ve paid your author for the hard work. Now let me go. I’ve work to do. You see, I was expecting a nice and easy narration. Not the heavy worded bombardment of boring ideas that you contain.

Hey wait!

Now shu…let go of my hand.

Wait a minute. See this chapter two. It has some really interesting bits. Go through it, will you? I am sure you’ll like it.

Sorry, gotta go!

Shit. Gone again. Have to think about a new way to get him to read me.

In other words, I’ve not read any of my books for a decently long time now. And they scream out at me, like this one above, every time I go near.

Sigh…what to do?

Lyrics for the moment

I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for – U2

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