Here I am actually reading the hand written manuscripts,
This is in another dimly lit scenario but with an ambience.
I had strolled into a room at the British Library
To my surprise I found long lost friends.
These authors’ words have been pressed into our minds.
Our memories are filled with their sonnets, poems and prose.
‘O Romeo Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo?’ I held my dimly lit torchlight close
To the words I saw and gasped at. What a book, a birthday present! Mine!
I was reading this book under the bed covers so the dorm monitor would not notice.
I had done this with so many books before.
So to have this encounter was like, a deja vu of being
Mesmerised, happy, elated etc. etc. etc.
A stroll with Shakespeare and co.?
This time there’s a security guard and I couldn’t even touch the glass bookcases.
