‘How could you read in such noise’, an elderly man asked me as I was reading In the Wonderland of Numbers by Shakuntla Devi in the Metro. I looked at him but said nothing. As I withdrew back to my book, he again asked, ‘Don’t you get time at your home to read?’ I wanted to tell this elderly person that when I’m into a book I don’t listen to all the noise around. Any human or mechanical sound do not struck on my eardrum. When I’m reading a book, even the crowd of Metro does not seem to bother me. I feel completely at peace and in a state of tranquil. I wanted to tell him that I do get time to read at home but only my course books and for an hour and a half journey of Metro, books are my only companion who never fails to intrigue me. Lost in my thoughts I smiled at him and buried my face in the little book.
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