The day before yesterday.
Something caught my eye:
A tiny little red clothed book among the giant heavy ones with wine glass prints wearing a sash of dancing letters : iF aT aLL
With nothing else to do in my dazed state of mind, off I went flipping through it half bothering to drink it in completely.
Yet, it compelled me to pause at certain spots- moments crystallised into a wonderful string of words that had me gaping until I could digest the fact that yes, words did have the ability to express the most inexpressible.
So, here's a passage that stuck; not unwillingly I suspect: