Books Me and an Unfinished mail

I have never read books, I have always been a part of them..


I was the blue jackal in panchatantra.
I was the blind man trying to walk straight after drinking, when i read the "childrens knowledge bank".
I was buzz aldrin, peeking out of the appolo mission capsule, orbiting the moon.
I was the vikramaditya who carried the ghost on his shoulders.
I was mandrake the magician, who made the thief see a 100 images of me.
I was phantom in the skull cave who fought pirates and smacked a guy and left a skull on his face.
I was Howard Roark, stiking clean lines on a sheet of paper, while my love married my worst enemy, and slept with me on her wedding night.
I was Harry potter who fought so valiantly for his friends and to whom prof. Dumbledore so simply explained the power of love.
I was Siddhartha, the fearless in heart, who went in search for the meaning of life and became a buddha.
I was one of the hardy boys who solved mysteries and lived life on the edge.
I was Brida in search for her soul mate.
I was mithrandir who came back from dead to help mankind conquer Saruon.
I was karna, a man of his word, a warrior king of great courage and strenth, who died for his word.
I was the monkey which decided the fate of a bread to be shared between a dog and a cat.
I was John galt, who decided to stop holding the world and stop its engine.
I was .....
I am my dear, a man with the heart of a little 5 year old boy. Its a strong heart mind you, capable of holding immense weights and expressing immense love. it can feel immensely hurt, and yet It knows how to let go of one disappointment and live another day and as an entirely new person in an entirely new world. It holds the hands of people who carry a free heart, it enjoys watching the stars, the moon and the colours of rainbow with people who wear no colored glasses.

I cannot read a book, without being a part of it, without imagining myself to be riding the waves of emotions and adventures that a story carries. I have never written a book, but I have never come across a book i liked, which i thought I couldn't have written. I have never come across an interesting person, whom I felt I couldn't be or someone I couldn't admire or love immensely.

I will not finish this mail as I want to let it hang on, fill it as you feel right, imagine it as your hear flies, and if at any cafe along the way you find sitting quietly, sit by me and tell me a story.