By Gitanjali Kaul
When I open a book, it’s like a doorway to a mysterious place – a veritable parallel universe where I am not a reader but an actual part of the book – not just reading the story but living it and when the time comes to shut the book, the action transports me back to this life, this world – leaving a tiny thought somewhere … which is the real universe?…this one … or that?
Is it a possibility, however remote – that I actually live there and am reading a story which transports me to this side?
Who can tell?
Sometimes fact is stranger than fiction and it’s true that reality is after all just an individual’s perception… isn’t it?