I like the letters, randomly scattered around – desperately waiting for someone – to twirl and twist them into words. I’m fond of these made up words, killing time, for when they would be stitched into meaningful and lovely sentences. Then, we find these abandoned sentences strewn around, wanting to flow into each other like a swift waterfall – or in other words – a paragraph. Or perhaps a stanza. After a short hiatus, these paragraphs, clash together to form chapters of varying lengths.
Later, when added up together, these chapters form into a book. An entirely different world. Not made up of atoms or molecules or cell, but of tiny letters and words, entangled into one another. Finally, like a little cherry on top of a cake, we decide a name – a perfect topic – to suit the book. Not that we hadn’t thought about it initially. We went through all the related topics since the very beginning right until the end; but now that it all comes to an end, we give it a final touch. We stick by that one topic, that one phrase, or rather that one word which completely delineates the entire collection of our words.
This book is a gift to our own-self and to those around us. A gift that comes straight from your heart, sprinkled with the thoughts from the brain and adorned with the words from your mouth.