Me, being a blogger, it is ideal of me to promote more of e-reading, which I probably did getting you read my words here right now on your smart gadgets. But, my heart has some other plans out here. You will come across this ironic outrage as you glide down with every line I will jabber about, how my love, books, lost its prominence to technology.
Now, a long stern frown to all those who could replace a book with Kindle, Wattpad or ebooks and could never realise that a book was more than just a set of printed papers bound together.
Ain’t denying the fact that e-books and Kindle is immensely preferred due to the society obligations of saving paper, space and money, and the little snob hidden in us. But hey! How could you give up on the fragrance of a novel and those secret, special roses hiding as bookmarks. Spending nights reading under the blanket with a torch and enraging over your dearest friend for wearing it out. A stack of read novels isn’t a heap of scrap, it’s a pride, the pride by which we flaunt or novels’ collection, flooding on the shelves.
All I can synonymise up a Kindle, ebook and Wattpad is to an eye strainer. Providing ready meanings to new words, it has also ruined the curiosity that runs through the nerves of our brain while fiddling through a dictionary. A total spoiler.
I know we need to upgrade with changes coming up, abiding to the so-called obligations, but honestly some things are just best in their authenticity.