I Read.

When the stabbing pain becomes unbearable, I read.
When the whole world is crazy (which is most of the time), I read.
When nothing else makes sense in this world, I read.
When all of it and more humanity is lost, I believe in books and so I read.
When all hope is lost, I read.
When nothing else can heal me, I read.
When I want to block out people from my head and heart, I read.
When I want to visit imaginary lands, I read.
When I want to visit lands that exist and are made new in every other book, I read.
When you do not matter, I read.
When the perfect weather calls for it, I read.
When the perfect weather does not call for it, I read.
When I am waiting at a spot for a person who doesn’t value my time, I read.
When I wake up in the morning, I do not read the newspaper. But, I read.
When people do not matter (most of the time), I read.
When my thoughts need to gather and calm down, I read.
When I need my thoughts to go in every direction, I read.
When I feel dejected, I read.
When I am happy, after hugging my family and friends, I read.
When I am drinking my cup of chai, I read.
When it is daytime, in-between work, I read.
When it is night-time, in-between tweeting, I read.
When there is the accumulated rage, I read.
When I have nothing to say to anyone, I read.
When I want my life to make some sense, I read.
When I want to keep the demons at bay, I read.
When I want my life to be surrounded by bliss and happiness, there is only one way I know of, so, I read.
When you do not understand me, I read.
When I do not understand you, I read.
When words cannot be applied in reality, I read.
When reality cannot be applied to words, I read.
When people judge, I read.

There is only one thing, which I hope I could all the time. I can’t. So whenever I can, I do. I read.