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When I was a little girl, I lived in a joint family. Life was full of laughter, noise, and many people around. But things changed when my parents moved to Cuttack for their jobs.
I was in Class 5 when my father did something that would unknowingly shape my future,he got me a library subscription. Back then, it wasn’t common for children to have one. Every weekend, he and I would visit the library together. He read novels, and I fell in love with comics. That quiet corner of the library became a magical world we shared. A world where I felt seen.
But that small chapter of peace ended too soon. My father passed away.
After his death, we moved closer to my mother's office. She had to leave for work every morning and returned only in the evening. My little brother, who is autistic, needed constant care. I was just 9 years old, only 2.5 years older than him. But suddenly, I became the one who had to feed him, bathe him, put him to sleep everything. The responsibility wasn’t small. And I wasn’t ready. But no one ever asked me if I was.
I had no friends. No one to share how I felt. And slowly, I forgot what it felt like to talk about emotions at all.
My mother would lock the door from outside and leave us at home every morning. I would sit by the window from 4 to 6 in the evening, watching other children play, wondering why I couldn’t go outside too. Why did I have to be the one growing up too fast?
Childhood slipped away quietly.
Then, one day, I opened my father’s old bookshelf. I found his novels..dusty, forgotten, waiting for someone. It was difficult at first. The words felt too big, too far away. But then I found his old "Ajanta" dictation notebook, and slowly, those pages began to speak to me.
Books started becoming my comfort. My escape. My secret friend.
In a world where no one had time to ask how I was doing, books sat with me in silence.
In a world where no one noticed my tears, books understood them.
They made me feel like I wasn’t alone.
I didn’t just fall in love with books.
Books saved me.
They gave me what real life couldn’t, companionship, warmth, and a voice.
They gave me the strength to carry the weight I was never meant to hold.
And that’s why this blog, Bookish Buzz, means so much to me.
Because between every line I write, there’s a piece of that little girl..still holding a book, still hoping to be heard.💛
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