The Pregnant Book

Page after page you turn the stained corners to delve deeper and deeper into the world that the book is gradually unfolding for you. It’s delightful, to say the least. It’s all that you’d hoped it would be, and some more. The people, the places, the situations – everything so colorful, so intense. The more you read, the more you want to read. The words, each and every one of them, woven so ingeniously into a story genuinely resonate with you. It puts you in an intense meditative state every time you immerse yourself into it.

But suddenly, something changes…

You stop abruptly, forgetting the story, the characters, as if somebody, out of the blue, questioned you about the dwindling appearance of the book in your hand. And you wonder why it doesn’t look minty fresh as it probably should.

Memories of the past dance in your mind’s eye as you take upon yourself the endeavor to pursue the story behind the story.

You remember – not a day or a specific date – but a vague picture of yourself walking out of a bookstore in your beloved city with this treasure in hand. There were other ones too, you recall, but this one… this one was somehow special. Because while the others calmly gathered around in your bag patiently waiting their turn to be dotingly picked up to be read (days, months or even years from now, who knows when), this one was an instant winner.

You remember opening the book so you could get started with reading this new found piece of word art during your commute home. As the train chugged along, you daringly dove into a sea of newness. You were blissfully unaware at that moment in time though about other plans that the universe was putting in place for you. After only a few pages in the train stopped and you closed the book.

You remember walking home that evening with this book in hand. The sky was pouring down, yet somehow, you seemed to have lacked the sense to put the book in a safer place. Perhaps under your jacket; perhaps in your bag. In hindsight, you are able to come up with ample ideas as to what you could’ve done, but back then idiocy had prevailed. Hence, every page, every corner got drenched in the rain.

You remember reaching home and religiously trying to dry the pages back to life. After spending a lot of time near the heater and after soaking in the afternoon sun sitting by the window for days in row, the book was somewhat fine. Alas, by then, though, you’d moved on to the next one only to put this on some seemingly invisible shelf of the over flowing bookshelf.

And it had been forgotten for years to come, until one day you finally set your eye on it.

Now, along with the story behind the written words, every page, every corner of this book has a story of its own to tell. Of the handful of minutes that it triumphed over the others by being chosen first. Of the once in lifetime experience of lashing clouds. Of being drenched. Of being stained. Of, finally, being rediscovered and relished, after years. Of being remembered as the pregnant book.


  1. #1 by popgoesthebiscuit on February 10, 2016 - 5:33 pm


    Thanks but Why?


  2. #2 by Bikramjit on February 10, 2016 - 8:27 pm

    What a picture you have portrayed ..
    There us a saying that everyone has their day.. today was the day of the pregnant book..

    Yeah true…


  3. #3 by celestialrays on February 11, 2016 - 8:32 am

    Your posts are making me genuinely happy T 🙂
    Thank you for the lovely writing!

    You are the sweetest. Thank you so much for the encouragement.


  4. #4 by Revs on February 11, 2016 - 2:44 pm

    You write so beautifully baby 😘

    Thank you. But I think you are extremely kind and supremely biased.


  5. #5 by Comfy on February 11, 2016 - 5:51 pm

    How you write and the picture you paint! You are some kind of amazing!

    I don’t know if I deserve this huge a compliment but a million thanks to you for the kind words.


  6. #6 by aarya on February 17, 2016 - 12:19 am

    Such beautiful post Titaxy..I love your writing. Please keep them coming.

    Thank you


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