My first love.
Now this one’s easy. I mean it’s way too obvious. There’s no way I can forget or give up on this.
We are absolutely meant for each other. I’ve no clue how I’d survive without my first, one true love – my love for books. I took a strong liking for reading way back during my childhood, when I was probably 6 or 7 years old. I used to sneak time out during my recess or sports hours to read what I wanted to, and it wasn’t the school portions. This routine became a habit, and till date, no matter how hectic my day is, I ensure I read atleast for an hour each day, not because it is a ritual, but because, spending time with my books give me solace, happiness, strength, and peace – these are majorly what I seek from life.
P.S. This is Day 19 of my 30 day writing challenge