Our generation can never attain such love for books, seeing an old man with disability heading to books with sheer joy was a real treat. Evidently books are true friends in essence.
Many people spend their time searching for the meaning of life.
They wander between friends and lovers , sharing stories to be blurred soon.
As the time ticks on
Doubts bleed into ifs n buts
They settle for routine.
*Perhaps someday they will find*