"Nada!!", my mom screamed barging into my room out of the blue. I was so startled that I jumped an inch above in my place on the bed, while my book jumped a foot and landed heads down before me.

"What Ma?", I cried, while picking up my baby, unfolding the crippled papers and dusting off the invisible dust from them.

"I have been calling you since ages. What the hell are you doing? Can't you hear me? Have you gone deaf?", she started.

I quickly got up from my bed with a throbbing heart, caressed the bookcover lovingly and placed it carefully on the study table beside my bed.

It's nothing unusual for me. I get so engrossed in my books that I am almost teleported to the other side, living the life of the characters and feeling them. It feels so real to me. But then when someone disturbs me, it's as if they have forcefully dragged me out of that world. I get a pounding pain in my head and feel shaken for at least some time. Many a times, it becomes difficult for me to differentiate between reality and fiction. I would still be experiencing the feelings of those fictional characters or having the feeling that they exist in my life. For example, at one time, I have been reading a story based on a school girl for so long that when I returned after a long summer vacation, I was expecting her to be on my class as well as the other characters. I can practically picture them in my mind. My mood is often affected bt the events in the story. I know, I know, I have it bad... I am officially a hardcore bibliophilic, and I love that about me.

Books are my best friends. They are with me anytime and everrtime at any given situation. I often read stories online as well. Wattpad stories, Mills& Boons, Manga, Manhwa... you name it. Not just fiction, i love scientific, educational and Islamic books as well. The  sort of story or book I want to read depends on my mood. They help me forget all my worries and pull me into a world further away. Even if I am feeling naughty, I read slightly mature and erotic stories and that is stimulation enough for me to make me ecstatic. I never even felt the need to 'touch myself'. Though I never had a real 'orgasm', whatever it may be... I never required it, really. There are just too many things in the world to keep my mind occupied and happy, then why go for something so embarrassing?

You know my Best friend? I call her my soul mate. Her name is Eliza, Eliza Afrand. And of course, that's my personal diary. She's the ideal friend for me. All ears at any time. I pour my soul before her and she never gets tired of my blabber. All my crushes, pains, happiness, all my fears, my opinions on the world, my witty comments, my words of wisdom, my plans, my future aspirations, everything. I just love her so much!!