A little more wait dear heart
So many books lying unread.. so many pages left unturned.. her bookshelf had a visible layer of dust.. she didn't feel like walking to the corner of her room and swipe away that laziness.. her heart was aching and crying to read those books but her mind told her other things.. she again got busy attending to her ever so loud brain.. she got tired.. she got irritated.. but she still couldn't pick up that half read Murakami or that interesting new best seller, of which she read a few lines and quite liked it.. Feeling miserable about her paperbacks and hardbacks and admiring them from afar still.. she promised them that she's reaching for them soon.. and to herself she promised, that not so far away from today.. that bookshelf must have a manuscript that she at last could change into a book.. Till then, a little more patience.. a little more idyllic tranquility to the books.. to her..