When you start reading a book and you feel connection you keep on going, get enchanted by the story, hooked by the words and what not. But when it ends, you’re heart broken, coz you never wanted it to end. Maybe sometime you even regret picking it up.

In life you meet people, feel connection and keep on going, you talk, get enchanted by their stories, hooked by their words/beauty and what not. But when they leave, you’re broken. And maybe you even regret talking to them in first place.

But then you pick another book or meet someone else, the cycle carries on.

What I’m saying is.. It doesn’t really matter how many books you’ve read or how many people left. What does matter is, what have you learned from that experience?

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