“In books, I have traveled, not only to other worlds but also my own”
All us bibliophiles here just need an excuse to read a book, whether during a small tea break, avoiding conversations or during a journey. Books have woven stories and HarperCollins India showcases how.
Apart from the books in which we get lost, each one of us carries the truth and misery of our own stories. An old man undertaking a journey in a bus forgets his book in a hurry to get off the bus. A young man picks up the book and passes it on to a girl who looks at the book with avid interest. As the guy leaves, the girl wants to return the book but he asks her to keep it.
The setting shifts to a café where she is still reading the book and with the hopes of starting a new chapter in her life, texts the number given on the book. When she does not get any reply, she calls him up but a surprise awaits her. Instead of her guy, the old man who had left the book picks up. Flabbergasted, she thinks she has been pranked.
But then the old man rambles about his story; thinking that it is his wife, Firoza calling up. Turns out the number was an emergency contact to find the whereabouts of his expired wife. He had never given up hope though; he believed that one day someone will call him up informing that his wife was alive.
Each one of us carries our own stories, books help put them into words.
After all, books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination and the journey. They are home.