How I failed to read more.. 

I liked how I went through each and every book in there, though it made me sneeze a thousand times..

The hunger never lessened until I left there.

What happened later with those wonderful atmosphere back around,. I struggled with books fearing to start and peruse.

Fearing that it might fail me, that it might not be the same,.

I couldn't even read more than three pages, how hard I tried. 

At last I end up with one of my not so favorite author, I think it was his best book. And it proved that I still have that thing inside me, Found only one in years.. its only because time has changed what I looked for in books.

But I can't get that specific type once again. Because each one is unique, and it should be. I'm waiting.. For the ones that make me feel what I felt 3 years before..