To all the books that I've bought but never read, Amidst the hundreds of lost paper planes of nomadic life, you're the home that I've found in those misaligned lanes.You're the hoarder of the infinite thoughts and witness of countless days I'd spent keeping you next to me. And I promise, I'll devote more time for you otherwise the collection of new books will become so large that I won't be able to catch up with you. (Read the caption) To all the books that I've bought but never read, I hope you're taking care of yourself, and I am glad you haven't yet decided to leave me.You've been constant like gravity when everything else kept changing, so I've to write for you. Amidst the hundreds of lost paper planes of nomadic life, you're the home I've found in those misaligned lanes.You're the hoarder of the infinite thoughts and witness of countless days I'd spent keeping you next to me. You make me feel comfortable.Even if I don't read you, but I always love to see you on my bedside.If I don't find you there, I start feeling uneasy.It's just like a metaphor, and I love metaphors.
