I spend many hours in a day working on computer. Computer, I would say is my companion. My wife and kids love working on computer. My kids especially can’t imagine a world without computers. They chat with their friends on computer, make notes after surfing the net, read books online, play computer games.

Only yesterday my daughter told me that she has been reading the book the Little women by Louisa May Alcott online. She is enjoying it too much. Actually last week my daughter told me that she wants to read this book. So I went to the book shop but the executive over there told me that the book will be available in three days as it was out of stock.  I told this to my daughter but she decided not to wait. So she searched the book on net and started reading it.

There is nothing wrong in it. Rather it is very good. You can read so many books online just by clicking a mouse. Plus you can read them absolutely free of cost. It is indeed good. But somehow I feel that nothing can take away the charm of reading a real paperback.  The very feeling of touching the pages is so out of the world. Moreover, the book always stays with you.

I remember whenever I used to read a book, I used to mark the lines I loved reading with a blue marker. I would read those lines again and again. It gave me so much pleasure. Those books are still with me. When I touch those lines, I feel I really haven’t lost that innocent, carefree, happy world. My books are the tokens of a past that I simply can’t have back in any way possible.

I guess, my kids belong to a different world. They will have a separate set of memories very different from mine. They will have different things that they will long for. But still, as for me, the books are the best. Nothing can substitute them.

But I must take your leave now. Take care. Bye.

The next day, the daughter received a gift packed in a pink giftpaper from the “common man”. It was a copy of the novel Little Women that her dad had purchased for her.