I love reading. I might admit that I am not reading as much as I want to(or can), but I always have a book with me, wherever I go. Just in case.
What is this post about?
Well, I saw a really pitiful man(by appearance) in a bus today, I rolled my eyes over him till I saw a book in his arms.He was reading. It was so surprisingly pleasant. A bunch of high-lever intellectuals where all busy with their thoughts and will of taking a seat, and only one person didn't care:) Because he was reading:)Because he departed away from this exact moment and was leaving another life somewhere in the book. And I envy this people. I am "this people" whenever I take a book in my hands.
Read books!
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