Recipient of a bequest

I realized a longtime ago that books are my window to this world and its varied complexities. Every word written in them is my philosopher, teacher, guide and a soul mate. Most times I enter a bookstore, looking for a particular good read; I inadvertently stumble upon and end up picking some unheard of book. In the end I always get this weird feeling that it's a book which decides who should read it, rather than the reader deciding which book to read.

There is certain romanticism in reading an original, albeit old dog eared book with yellow pages, one which has passed through generations. It hides in its margins, the rich inheritance of diverse views and feelings. It's as if the reader has captured the passing moments in his remarks & interpretations. I have a collection which belonged to my father and before him to his father; their thoughts, youthful energy, and ideas are hidden inside these works. I believe these are my timeless possessions.

"To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare." ~ Kenko Yoshida