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Trapped in a Tablet


A notification popped up on my phone. The famous ‘Kindle’ e-reader was on sale. I frowned and sighed with disappointment. Despite my neck being bent over my phone half of the day, I would not trade a paperback for a thousand e-books.

Just the thought of visiting the library to borrow a book or to the book fair to buy one, thrilled me. Words fail to express the joy of sniffing the pages of a book. There are uncountable small yet special moments with a book. The journey begins with allotting a special place in the book shelf that is already stacked to its limit. Rummaging through the study table to find a bookmark to ensure that the pages are not dog eared, is a ritual for every bibliophile. Just like holding a pet, I hold my books with both my hands. Lending a book is always frightening but it marks the highest level of friendship. The very thought of not being able to share these moments with an e-book, saddens me.

My phone vibrated again. This time the offer was for audio books. I scowled at the whole idea of listening to someone else’s voice and not my own for various characters in the story.

I switched off my phone and wished people would put down their ‘Kindle’ e-reader to kindle the old paperback reading habit.

Comments

  1. Beautifully written! So freaking true! Old school for life xD

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  2. Of course it's impossible to trade paperbacks for e-books! Marvelously well said!

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  3. We belong to traditional school of thoughts. Still we love to write letters on papers instead of messaging , read from
    Morning papers without missing any single column instead of seeing the headlines on websites , carry bulky books during travels etc etc.

    You have conveyed our feelings beautifully and virtually sketched our thoughts. You are becoming a great writer and keep writing .

    Regards

    Selva

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  4. Soo true! Great work! Keep going

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  5. Though a small thought it makes a big impact with your simple crafted words.

    Looks like I am frequenting your page more than you do. Keep ‘em coming. Don’t stop. It took a year to give us a hit.

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