I Love My Book

 Its true Love is eternal Love is Divine it doesn’t start with one or end with the other its always with you and it carries with you and even after you die. Love was there even before you came to this earth in the form of parents and grandparents. Then it was passed on with you for your friends and teacher as you grew a little then maybe not just humans, we all started to love everything around us may it be things, animals, plants or birds. Love is not just in living beings love is in the air, it has a language, it has a heart that can hinder when there is hatred or anger but does not die for a matter. We all use words to express our love but there is still love with even those who can’t even utter a word of their feelings. A mother of the Lion cub keeps an eye on her kid even when she is hungry to death, the Lion may be the king of the jungle but for his cub, he is just a play toy in love.

The birds migrate to kilometres to find their perfect love and make a family. And so does the elephant wait near the dead body of their loved one. Even the ants make all the arrangements for their food for the rainy day and share with each other what they have got.

This is all about how living things in this world love each other but there is love in us even for the nonliving things that we will all agree with. Let us see a story of the love of a boy for one of his book. “Was it a great novel book given by someone close to him?” you may be thinking so no, it was not any novel book or it was not even given by any of his loved ones. This was a book that he made for himself and wrote about his feelings and work or ideas, it was a book of 100 pages some with lines some plain, some were with four lines like the one for handwriting practice, which was all get together with a hard long plastic bind which had a cloud design and “DREAMS” writer on it, he glued the pages in one end and the other he used to wrap it around rather than cut it.

You can say this as a journal of a private book he made for himself. He wrote everything his feelings, poems, short stories that his friends, teacher or mother said, his thoughts, and as creativity he also sometimes used to draw his mind. Whenever the pages got over he added more pages behind and glued it. He always loved to keep it with him under his bed, he never took it to school as he was scared of losing the book he loved, but he always saw it, hug it tight, even spoke with it as if it was a living thing and would hear him and safely kept it under his bed before going to sleep. He also always made sure that he would never spoil that book so he used to put his creativity on a rough book that he had with this book of his and then put it down on his secrete special book. Whenever he felt bored he used to take this book on top of his terrace window shelf sit on that shelf and read them which made him happy and proud of himself for writing such good stuff.  

Once it happened so that when he was out, one of his friends came to take some notes and on the same day his mother had cleaned his room and put all the unwanted paper and stuff out to recycle, followed by that his sister went to hostel taking her stuff that was in the room which both of them used. He didn’t search for his book for two days as he was out at his cousin’s house. As he came back he thought of writing about all his wonderful experiences in his cousin’s house but to his surprise, he did not find it in the place where it has to be, he was confused and anxious as to where it went? Who took it? He searched everywhere in his room, every nook and corner but he did not get it. He started searching for it out of his room, all the house was seen thoroughly but no sign of his book. He went and asked his mother about it “mom, was anyone there in my room?” His mother replied, “yes your friend he was searching for some notes and took it?" Soon he ran to ask him and made a call in frustration thinking “if he was here for notes he should have taken notes why my book?” but his answer was “no I did not see any such book or take it I only took the notes, which I will return once I take it down in mine”.

After a lot of thinking he thought of his sister who went to the hostel, he made a call asking for her but the warden said: “I will let her know she will call you back”. But he was so sad and depressed without his book he could not sit in one place, his mind was so anxious that his face turned blue and red. His mother asked him “what happened? What are you searching for?” he told her about the book he is missing and after a pause, his mother told, “ho, I forgot a day before I cleaned all your room stuff and put some of the unwanted once in for recycling it might have gone in that may be”.

It was a great shock to hear this he immediately ran to the paper recycle store where his mother had sold the paper stuff. He met the man who was in charge of the store and explained about the book design and asked him whether he had seen it. The store owner said, “whatever unwanted paper stuff we get we separate them like lose paper, book with soft bind and books with hard bind, cardboards and hard boards, newspapers and others such as plastic, butter papers and stuff are taken out separately, I haven’t seen the book you are speaking about separators might have seen it, but now they have left to house come back tomorrow and enquire them about it”. Then he pulled the store shutter and left for his house, the boy was heartbroken and with disappointment, he walked back home. His sister called back and said that even she has not seen any such book and or taken it. He requested her to check her stuff it might have been misplaced. After some time when she called back, her answer was still the same that she does not have it. His mother said, “don’t worry dear it’s just a book, a book with multiple unwanted pages you can buy a new big book and rewrite it on them”. But this was not just a book, it was his heart his feelings, ideas and dreams.

Now all he had left with is the recycle store but he was concerned about his book's situation. He became very restless and could not eat nor get sleep, he wept all night, questioned himself why did this happen? Cursed himself “it’s all my fault, I should have been careful” blamed his mother “what was the rush? Why could not she see my book?” he hoped and wished every minute that his book would be safe but his heart pondered with all the negative thoughts on the lovely book of his. He kept thinking that they might have torn the binding of the book apart and all the pages of it would be flying in pieces, some are falling on the ground, some into the water, few are burning in fire and some are shattered into pieces to convert it for recycling, which was terrifying. His imagination brought shivers in his body. He waited for the time to run sooner, for him to go back to the store.

As the sun rose he just brushed his teeth got ready and ran to the store but the store was supposed to open only at 10.00 a.m. So, he waited out the store until 10.00 a.m as the owner came he questioned “I want that book when are they coming, why do you open so late?” the owner said, “be careful with your words boy, we open at this time every day, we cannot open as per your orders or needs”. A little later all the workers started to come in and he started asking each one by giving the details of the book design and requesting to tell him if they had seen it, but the answer to his question by all the sorters was “they have not seen any such book”. 

He went in, to search for the book as he could not believe that he lost his book and is not able to find it. The store owner said “you have asked everyone and got the answer no; if they had seen it wouldn’t they tell you? What are we going to do with your un-useful stuff of book?” The boy got angry and said, “I am sure it is somewhere here, where else is it supposed to go”. The store owner got annoyed by the boys’ tantrums and he pulled the boy out of the store and asked him to go home”. 

By that time a teenage boy came on his cycle with a heap of old unwanted paper stuff and put it in the store and asked “Sir, what happened? why were you angry with the small boy?” the owner replied, “from yesterday he is frustrating me, today morning he was here before me searching for some stupid book that he had made with multiple ruled and un-ruled pages with hard plastic cover bind, whatever let him go to hell with his obsession”.

The teenage boy ran to the boy and asked him again about that book and said “I think I know about the book you are asking about, didn’t you find it in the sorting section?” the young boy was happy and asked “did you see my book? I checked it in the store, I even searched for it myself, but it is not there and the owner is shouting at me, the book is crucial for me, please tell me where it is? Please help me get me that book”. The teenage boy said after reasoned on what happened the other day and said, “yesterday while coming back after gathering the old paper I happened to skid on the sand and feel and all the paper scattered, I gathered almost everything back, but if you did not find it in the store I may have missed it on that road, you will have to search there”.

“Thank you brother, can you help me find it out, where did you fall? Please come with me”. “sorry boy, I am busy now, I can’t come to help you but I fell on the 3rd crossroad on the second block, try to find it there you may get it, all I can do to help you is this bye take care” the teenage boy left from there giving the boy just the information.

The small boy ran to the second block and to the third cross and searched all roads but still found no sign of the book. He then went asking into each house about the book, and he kept on asking even in the adjacent crosses. It is two days he has neither found his book; nor had a peaceful sleep or filled his stomach; he still hopes to find the book somehow puts rounds on those streets whenever he finds some time.

After four days a dog comes running to him followed by a boy saying “catch him please”. The boy got the dog and said “here hold your dog” and gave the dog to him. The other one said “thanks I am Ron, what is your name? You seem distressed, are you searching for something?” “Hi Ron, I am Daniel, yes you are right I was searching for my book that I lost five days ago, it was my favourite book, I used to write everything I felt and thought, I can’t think myself being happy without that book”.

Ron concerned “ho, I can understand, how you feel? Once even I had lost “my Peet” my dog and was so said that we searched for him all day and at night and I found him in my neighbours' house cage, they had tied him as they don’t like him, I felt awful, well what was the book about or how was it?”

Daniel stressed replied “the book had different types of pages, more than 250pages and had a blue-bordered thick plastic binding which had “DREAMS” written on it in bold and the plastic was long and wrapped around the book”. 

Ron shouted “what? I think I have seen this book please come with me” both went to Ron’s house he went in to get a big blue bag and from that, he took out a book which resembled Daniel’s book “Is this the one?” 

Daniel saw the book it had a few designs of butterflies and cars on the cover and when he opened it all the pages of the book had some stickers on it like emoticons, cars, flowers, dolls, stars, wordings etc. Other than that it was Daniels book. He jumped in joy and hugged his book thanked Ron and was overwhelmed “how did you find this?”

Ron happily said, “I didn’t find it Peet did, he bought this book five days back but because of his sharp teeth the book had holes in it when I read a few it was overwhelming so I tried to patch the holes, I am sorry I did not know you were searching for it”.

Daniel smiling “Ron I am so happy, how much thanks will be enough I don’t know, but for sure you and Peet got me my life back”.

Ron replied “not much can you be my friend?” he stretched his hand and both became friends and every day they read the book and Daniel wrote everything he felt and all the emotions he had felt when he lost his book to when he got it back and his new friend.