{"id":538,"date":"2020-12-26T10:32:44","date_gmt":"2020-12-26T10:32:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/?p=538"},"modified":"2020-12-31T07:06:18","modified_gmt":"2020-12-31T07:06:18","slug":"new-cover-to-the-old-book","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/new-cover-to-the-old-book\/","title":{"rendered":"New cover to the old book"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Aayushi Shandilya <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Banasthali Vidyapith, Rajasthan,<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do you remember me?

I’m the one who has lots of memories hidden in between its pages. Some doodling, some love letters, some incomplete and forgotten scribblings, and even the essence of your first love (I hope you remember that rose, the smell of which still lingers in between the pages 54-55).

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You know, it’s been days since you crossed my way. Whenever you used to come near, my limbs stretched itself and wanted to reach out to you, to have a one on one conversation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


It’s been days since you even looked at me. Now, there seems no way except for this. Writing!<\/p>\n\n\n\n


I wanted to write to you for long and here I am finally writing to you. Can I please ask you a few questions? Will you answer them genuinely? Please? Because there seems no way of reaching out to you now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


You remember the day when you bought me with so much enthusiasm like I’ll always stay around you being your favourite, I remember that bright smile of yours even today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 
Can I please ask you what changed you so much that I am not even the last choice you make? Can you please tell me why am I left alone in the book shelf even on Sundays when you’re supposed to read me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Can you please answer that why those memories have been left tattered and torn and incomplete like my pages? Why you tore me apart and then kept at a place where there’s no sunlight and I can barely breathe? I feel shattered. I’m not that bad. Please Find me in the corner of your bookshelf, mend me, get my pages together, and read me. Please. You’ll find a new me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


All your memories will come alive. Your first love, your first heartbreak, your first cry for him everything will come alive. I have imprints of all of it even today. The imprint of all your thick and thins!<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Please Give a new cover to this old me and you’ll no more find me old. You’ll read me. You’ll take interest in me. That’s what he did right? Well that’s your personal matter. But please consider my words.
~~From the old book that you haven’t even looked up to, in all these years.
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Aayushi Shandilya Banasthali Vidyapith, Rajasthan, Do you remember me? I’m the one who has lots of memories hidden in between its pages. Some doodling, some love letters, some incomplete and forgotten scribblings, and even the essence of your first love (I hope you remember that rose, the smell of which still lingers in between the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":539,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[180],"tags":[209,210,192,191],"class_list":["post-538","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-simply-express","tag-aayushi-shandilya","tag-book","tag-free-online-publishing-platform","tag-vov-writer"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/538","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=538"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/538\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":576,"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/538\/revisions\/576"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/539"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=538"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=538"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=538"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}