The fault in our stars //In caption// Often in our pointless existence where universe wants us to notice it or the other way around,we come across some moment ,some feeling, some people,some things that leave a mark upon our lives. Being a bibliophile,I come across some great books and sometimes I come across those books .Those books that are so special that you start connecting to them.They become a part of who you are and who you turn out to be.These books are like magic happening right before my eyes , the magic I am holding in my hands , the magic so beautiful that I could not explain it ever in words. One of such magic that has happened to me is 'The fault in our stars' by John Green. A book which is fiction and yet feels too real to not be true. As if I know Hazel Grace and I know Augustus waters more than the humans walking the earth along with me. I feel like I have seen them fall in love right before me. Without realizing I somehow became a part of the book living inside it. I am no good writer than Augutus and to directly quote him ," My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations". But here I am writing about the stars that continue to exist in my galaxy of thoughts and consciousness .
