I honestly have no clue what I would have done without books. I’m forever in awe of this idea of books, stories, and a world that exists and doesn’t at the same time. The way writers articulate different universes word-by-word and come up with such beautiful stories.

We are nothing if not storytellers and story-makers. Just like Sylvia Plath once said, I hate the thought that I can never be all the people I want to be and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experiences possible in my life.

The reconciliation of beauty and suffering, life and death. The beauty and terror of a given moment that allow us to experience someone else’s idea without being overwhelmed or overlooking much of it. Just in the form of words. Literature. I genuinely believe that this art of writing and reading is what matters the most to me.

The emotions every character goes through, the beauty of how a human can put those emotions into words for another one who might probably never meet in ones lifetime. One single line of the story holds strangers together yet apart. Every reader interprets and feels the intensity of each story on different scales.

To conclude, I’d borrow Rainer Maria Rilke’s words – “Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”

To the ancient, classics, contemporary, and every other writer in between, I want to read the story you wish to tell.

– Kinjal Parekh

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