One of my most favourite things to do in the whole world is reading. (One major reason why I know some fancy words.) And it could be reading anything. LITERALLY anything. Sometimes I even read the grocery lists. That too with keen interest.
To me the best feeling in the world is when you are so engrossed in a book that the real world just becomes a blur, and your whole attention is focussed on this little device made of paper which is the only link to port you into another world, different than yours, another world filled with hope and despair and magic and tragedy and love and betrayal and all the emotions that make us human. But in this world, we are merely a spectator, a bystander, so close to the protagonist that we can read his mind and the feel the hues of emotions buried in his heart; but at the same time we are so far away from him that we can do nothing to change his actions, to try to reason with him, to tell him that perhaps, we know him better than even he does. And it no longer matters if you missed your stop in the metro or if you are getting late for that presumably important event that doesn't seem too important anymore or if you have an exam the next day. The only thing in your mind is finishing just one more page.
Books work like LSD. Ask someone who just read a good one.
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