As a sworn biblomaniac, I come into possession of new volumes almost every quarter. And the anticipation of receiving new book, then opening it, its fragrance is something I cannot describe in mere words. Last week also, I went through the same giddy process. The high of owning new volumes is still there. Anyways, so here I am, opening a new book. And out of nowhere a memory spears my heart. The mind takes some time to process the event that was brought back with opening a brand new book. And it took me back to my high school days: in those days I was head over heels crazy about Harry Potter. In fact, this series was solely responsible for turning me into a book addict. So, every time a new volume will come out, i would impatiently wait for the moment when it will reach my hands. Fortunately, my high school librarian was very accommodating. She knew how much I wanted to read the series. So, she made it possible that every new installment was available within few weeks. So much so that she loaned me her personal copy of the last installment. Such teachers are very rare. If not for her, then my high school could have been a lot more miserable.
Here was the background of my nostalgia. Back to the original thread, as I opened the new hard-copy, the whiff of glue and fresh ink brought back a wave of nostalgia so hard it left me on the brink of tears. I was wondering what it was, and then I remembered; the same fragrance came from new books of Harry Potter series. And because I used to eagerly wait for them, my mind has attached lots of fond memories with the fragrance. As a grown up, I really miss those silly crushes in whom I could indulge because I did not have any other worries to mess me up. Now, I cannot afford to be so childish. Still, these memories are a cherished part of me, of who I am and revisiting them have left me with a pleasant buzz!
