the story of a book

there was a brand new book
which lived in a normal house
occasionally it would get treated by being read.

one night.
the owner fell into some bad luck.
and the whole house was sold.
one thing led to another n the book was given to the public library.

there it was borrowed,returned,borrowed,returned..........and the cycle happened over and over again
sometimes it was borrowed by real book lovers who took care of the book like a gem,
but they always had to return it once the due date came.
sometimes the book was borrowed for too long.
but in the end it went back to the library.

sometimes it got borrowed by people who just wanted to take a brief look at it and sometimes they treated the book as something to show to friends that they were reading its story.
some of the people who borrowed the book treated the book with the complete disregard for its well being.

over the months, the book suddenly developed a hole in one of its pages while it was being borrowed by one of the library's readers.
it stared at the hole.
and started to panic.

the more it stared at the hole.
the larger it seemed to become.
the longer it looked at the hole.
the more the book thought about its life after the original owner's demise.

the book merely wanted to make the owner happy.
even if it was just once a year
it wanted to age with the owner
it wanted to feel the comfort of just lying on the shelf and getting picked up now and then for a read.

it does not want the attention of the others.
it just wants its pages to be flipped carefully.


the book ached with the painful longing for the past
and then it started to shed its pages.
one by one they drop everyday.
soon, with age, all that is left. would be the cover.

it would then be declared useless and get thrown away.

are you the book?