The stack of books that never left the bookstore...
They’ve been here for years.
Quiet witnesses. Time-keepers. But you loved them once, these stacks of stories,
these stubborn little bricks of memory.
They were always good books,
solid, physical, real.
Tough. Bath-resistant. Hard to destroy.
Warm in your palms in a way screens will never learn to mimic.
They’ve never tried to be anything other than what they are: books.
And somehow that has always been enough.
There will always be a place for them in a world running too fast,
they are the ones that ask you to slow down. There’s no race here. No finish line.
You can breathe. Read at your own pace.
Buy a book a day. Or maybe two.
They will still be here,
waiting, soft spines, patient, ready to welcome you back like they always do!
Sneha Pundhir
- Intern at The English Book Depot
