The journeys always excited her. It was always new to her and she waited with bated breath for every new journey. She would never ask where she was going as she loved the surprise element it gave her.
Many a times, she would see things and leave a little piece of her heart there, at times she would carry a piece of that which stole her heart. The people she met shaped her, some she loved, some she hated. While she mourned over the death of some, she would be jubilated beyond words when some met their fate and succumbed to it.
She felt the pain of those people and often would shed tears for them. She felt happy at their smallest successes and felt them to be her own.
Without realising it, she fell in love with those people and the journeys that took her around the world, she realised she is what she is because of her travels – through time, space, people, countries, languages and bodies.
That is why perhaps even after years passed by, she still looked forward to each of the journeys that her books took her on.
Bookworms; that is what we are. When Leo and I decided to do the UBC together writing about the same things from different viewpoints, Books had to be written about.
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