Home?

To talk of books is brilliant. My friends tease me that I might run out of space for the books I buy to read. That doesn’t really stop me from buying those books that appeal to me a lot.

Day 10 – A book that reminds me of home

Home is where the heart is. There are very few books that don’t touch my heart, so honestly, to point at one book and say “This reminds me of home” is difficult for me. Even if I was thinking of my home town, there’s no book that comes to mind that makes me picture the beauty of that town. Maybe when I write a book, I’ll have to put those memories in there to make that book in this category.

(17th November 2014)

Vinay Leo R.

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.