My library still exists
I’ve spent countless hours in this library growing up. I’ve grown up, but the library is still the same, and I am glad. It was here that I read my first romance novel, and started getting all delulu. Part of me still is. Not so glad about that one. PS: The avid reader in me wouldn’thave approved the use of delulu.
It was here where I’ve secretly skimmed through magazines that talked about fashion and sex. Lack of internet and a curious mind, made me switch to such mediums. Not that I understood any of it, but I wanted to feel mature. And oh, the thrill of doing what you’re not told to do as a teenager .(And when my mom asked me what I was reading — I said Tinkerbell ofcourse.)
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It was also here that I was commited to the series of Nancy Drew.I was a firm believer that Nancy Drew was for girls and Hardy Boys was for boys. I also wanted to grow up and become as courageous as she was. It was also here that I’be read my only comic series — The Archies. I had always wished I could see anmovie based off of them, because I liked the characters so much. And that dream came true. Zoya Akhtar gave me a movie based off them:) I’ve stopped dreaming after that because I cant let beautiful work get butchered again.
Being in this library, was my sweet escape from everything. And as I grew up, my ways of escaping changed.
Maybe this library still looking the same is a reminder that, you can always come back.
