It's very usual for pages to slip by . To fall on the otherside , adding creases unto the back of your spine . These ridges like the growth rings of trees would oneday help you assess the time you had spent here . Your fingers would brush past the ridges and grooves , it is this touch of familiarity that tastes better the more we add grey hairs to our scalp .  And there were mostly the stains of impatience as you kept racing past the initial chapters.  You never liked the artist setting up the stage .  Dramatis personae was another part you gladly turned over . Unread pages resting peacefully amongst its brethren who had been read and appreciated with a pencil stroke or a bend at the corners . Then when the world came pouring , you just couldn't wait till the resolution to the plot arrived . And there you stay seated finally . The back of your pillow rest propping you up as you stay stunned by it all. The impact of all those 256 pages plus xi have kept you silent once again . The light beeps from your silent cell phone . You aren't the same guy , who would gladly text back . You were now the fallen leaf underneath the autumn decidua . You longed for the rain again but found nothing but chills running up your midriff .

Your dust coated glasses are finally eased off from the support of your nose . The pillow that had silently supported you in an awkward position , slips to its supine one . You were not counting what you used to count to , to fall asleep . You just didn't want to fall sleep but yet you were abducted into momentary oblivion . Another week was born as you turned away from the window sill .

A.N. A new cover has been made by -kiwiloves-  for this book.  I will be uploading it soon. Stay tuned .