Reading a Book
(Image source: pixabay.com) The man asked the woman, “Would you like to have one more coffee with me?” They met in a cafe, he was immersed in a book, and she wanted a coffee dearly after losing her job. “The manager was always hostile to me,” she thought. Looks had crossed between them by chance and both had smiled for no reason, across the scent of coffee, filling the place. The smiles traced a flickering path for their eyes in the fragrant air. That was when she moved to his table. “Which book are you reading?” she asked. He showed her the cover. It was the autobiography of an actor. He was on the last few pages. “What did you learn from this book?” she asked. “There is nothing to learn. I just lived his life for a few hours. Books let you live other people's lives,” said the man. “The lives are numerous as books are. All these stories are about how we falter in life. Maybe these books would help you pick which way to falter,” laughed she. He knew ...