Turning pages or Scrolling down!

The fresh smell of unread pages, the colorful illustrations in between the black and white lines, the privilege to write, mark and underline at one’s own will and the feel of crisp pages and smooth cover, a hardbound book no doubt has a lot more than that to offer its readers. Wait! When was it the last time that you actually held a hard copy of any text, be it a book, magazine, article or even newspaper! We are so busy scrolling down that at times that we completely forget to turn the pages. With the advent of technology which now allows us to read on the go, the reach of the text and knowledge is definitely much more than before but the feel and depth that a hard copy gives you is totally irreplaceable. The exhaustion associated with using multi-media devices, the disturbing texts and calls in between reading, and lack of any touch associated with the text can never connect you to a writing as much a printed copy can. And if you happen to be a writer by any chance then in very similar lines when was it the last time that you took a pen and diary to write your thoughts, a keyboard with a dazzling screen in front of you may be a faster way to write and it also comes with some free editing of your text, but it may never be able to give you the same connection with your own writings as much as a pen and a paper does! If you are reading this little writing of mine that I am so sure that just like me you are not turning pages but simply scrolling down! Today on the occasion of International Book day, let's just pick up a book or a pen in our hand and feel the magic of printed text and handwritten words! I just did and felt amazing, try and you will feel it too J

Vandita Mishra

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