Reading Experience Shared by Anagha B Raj, HA2.

 

 

 

 

The first time I read a book, it's pure excitement. It's a race, a thrill, a quest to seek the end. Skipping over unimportant looking paragraphs like skipping a stone across the lake, resisting the urge to sneak a peek at the last page. A brand new journey that's all about the unexplored destination to be discovered and souvenirs to take back home.

The next read is pure pleasure, slowly relishing the words, giggling at how the words foreshadow the end, discovering things missed out in the first read and rereading the favorite parts. A sly grin that could only come with knowing exactly what all this boils down to. It's more about the journey than the destination. A road trip, pausing along the way to take a picture here, collect a singular stone there, resting on the grass a while, just to watch the stars. There's no hurry, I know where I'm going and what's waiting for me there.

Then weeks and sometimes months later, when I take it up again it's like slipping into the warmth of an old worn out hoodie. The tranquility that only comes with familiarity. Like ambling back home through a well worn and well known path after a long time away, plucking a few daffodils from the roadside to weave into a crown for your brother, just like all those years ago. There's no worry, for you're home and safe.

-Isn't it amazing how a single book has multiple journeys to offer… ?