I am not much of a reader but I'm curious. I like reading, I like learning but I haven't read enough, there is a lot left to learn, to read in this little lifetime.. But whenever I read, I try to read between the lines, I search for meaning in the meaningless, I try to decode the hidden meaning from words and poetry, I unravel the metaphors, I try to find the hidden meaning in the simplest word. But I haven't read enough.
It's just the same with people and books, I am curious to read them. I can read faces, I can read people. I am not sure about this but something in me says that I can.. I know why they act the way they act, I know them, I know people a lot, something in me says that but I deny, I deny to know them. But still I'm curious to read them. What is beneath their skin, what they hide in their smile and laughter, what made them rude, what made them the way they are..I know how a so called person full of 'Self respect' hides emotions, behind the laughters and jokes of a person lies so much truth and tears, a cold person is still warm inside but trying to protect his warmness from everyone, how a happy person turns into grief at night, behind this kind person is someone who wasn't kind to them, how a healed person is still full of unsaid, unheard and unexpressed pain, this person who hates and refuses to accept love because he still have that reserved love. I know, I know what makes people the way they are and I'm curious to know them more. I wish to tell them but my heart denies, my heart denies to do so. So I just observe! Observe! and observe!
//People and books are just the same, the more deeper you go, the more layers you unravel, the more you get to know, the more you get to know.// -sakshi