For me reading isn’t only about the book itself. But it’s also about the quiet dance that dances around the book. I make my chai before I open a page. I find the sunlight falling on the page when I read, and I feel the silence gathering like a companion that knows when not to speak with me.
My personal rituals are as unique to me as they are to other readers. My first reader’s ritual is based in touch. The feel and texture of the paper and the smell of the ink. I make underlines that blend in with my fingers, not so that I can say I have marked something as important but to remember the exact location of where my heart stopped.
The act of reading and all its components is about rhythm. In everything I do within the reading experience, I find that I have my eyes closed at times and raise my eyes to the scene outside my window in hopes of finding an answer to my question by looking into the face of someone on the street. I have a notebook beside me while reading. Not for analysis or technical writing but for emotions or thoughts that come from the heart.
Reading is a way for me to find myself. It’s a two-way conversation between the book and myself while I am reading. For some this can feel like an announcement and for others it may feel more like a confession.
When I finish reading the book. I always take a moment to say thank you —
for the worlds I entered,
for the words that remain with me,
for the ritual that guides me.
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