My Story, First Story Library.

A week back a friend asked me,
“You are always lost in your world, do you have the slightest idea how this real world works?”
“There is no real world,” I replied with a calm smile.

Vaidika Kashikar

Today when the books were gone. I knew I had nothing left for me here. I struggled to open the shutter, went in, switched on the lights and as I was trying to superimpose the picture set in my mind upon the reality before my eyes, I saw my last gift. A book the labors probably forgot to pack or may be left on purpose to reduce my feeling of missing books. And there I sat on an iron cupboard and read my last book in the library. On the last day of my library.

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Last day of the library. The room that was once full of beautiful personalities and amazing creatures. Some from the earth some from even beyond. It was the place where Sherlock Holmes used to investigate for hundreds of cases. Where Dan Brown sat to reveal all his codes to those who searched for a thrill…

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