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| When in doubt... books |
That summer of 2011, sitting in a coffee shop... yeah, yeah, yeah, you all know how this God-Forsaken blog started. No one reads me except my royal loyal lot of religiously righteous readers. Thank you for putting up with my, saintly nonsense, within and beyond the realm of this blog.
So where was I?! yes, I am afraid, I am soon going to meet the 'now' rich men and the 'then' weirdos, of the orange glaze night coffee and the everlasting judgmental fest. Alas! many have moved to foreign lands, in search of bronze, benefits and babbling brooks of the western rural lands.
I, the commoner of the city of saints, the self proclaimed sufi, and a profound nob! Feels the dreams of such were in actuality, be mean, birthin the dopamine of dreams to gain and fill colour to play. What say. The demon, whose middle school prognosticated to find the one in west. Naysay, the idiota dwelled and muddled in this very land that he roam then and still does, even now. The devil, he is still where he started.
The generation of mine has already transitioned to the later stages of life, while I stupidly make every effort running down my veins, to choose life! My advice to anyone of my age and still stuck in this place, not rich or happy, not booked or married.... open up a bookstore! Its a solid idea, to live... complicity. You may think of it this way, in words of stating an analogy... you can be the druglord who can does He/His/Him drugs, -no pun intended-.
You get to read, escape, venture, adventure, discover, fall in love, rise intellectually, blah blah blah, reading your own store's books. I think you can choose to end piracy, for self-affirmative intentions of righteous deeds. It can be a philanthropy in the world moving to brain atrophy.
You don't even have to sell books, lend them... eh! You might not be too ecstatic about it but the people might. Tip is, don't get attached to your books, ferment sheer pretentious goodwill, till you run out out of them, goodwill or the books, which ever is the first.
Anyways, I am out, the sun is sinking off the blue sky. Good bye reader.
P.s. Khair naal aah, tey khair naal jaah.
