Behind the Bookshelf

My Happy Place.
The shelf at the end of the hall.
Labeled Architecture.

Today I learnt : I can stuff my face with shawarma, talk to a hundred friends and walk till the world’s end. But the only real place where my demons are proud to roam about is the quiet, serene, old-books-smelling library. Squatting on the floor with a book in my lap regardless of what genre- I find a certain kind of peace that helps me stand up after I stumble.



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