Bhumi loved reading books and her school library had an excellent collection of books and Bhumi had a group of friends who loved reading books as well.
Bhumi sometimes wondered if she would finish reading all the books before passing from school. She had already started looking for book clubs which she would visit once she grew up enough.
The online websites have greatly affected bookshops, closing many and pushing others to an image of some relic of the past world, but bookshops are where one finds rare and unique books and Bhumi found one.
It was an old second-hand book without the name of the author, but a brief read of a few lines was enough for Bhumi to understand the life the book contained. It was published more than thirty years ago.
The book was about a character who was on a journey to find a meaning which meant more than the one he had found in life and thus he set out to see more of the world. The narrative of the book changed form ‘he’ to ‘I’ in between and Bhumi realised the book was a memoir but the writer was afraid that people might not want to know about him.
The meaning was never found, at least not the complete picture. The man was caught by family obligations in between and this was going to be the only book he would write; he was sure of it. Somehow, he believed that his words would inspire another’s journey. It didn’t have to be the same, just something with similar emotions.
Written by Anuran Chatterji
Another’s Journey
Early Morning Memories 
One response to “Another’s Journey”
What a beautifully crafted piece by you.
. The story of Bhumi, her love for books, and the quiet magic of discovering an unnamed memoir feels deeply nostalgic and tender. The transition from a simple second-hand book to a soul-stirring life journey is written with such sincerity. The idea that a writer, unsure of being remembered, still hopes his words might ignite someone else’s path is profoundly moving
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