i don't know how to describe this, but i'm on the brink of depression. and i get like this every time i think about what im thinking about right now. i'll try to explain the best way i can...
once upon a time, several years ago, mum bought home a book titled the road to chandibole which turned out to be one of the most amazing books i have ever read in my entire life. a cousin borrowed it and returned it 2 years later. had it for a while, than a friend borrowed it (i asked her to guard it with her life!)... i had to give it to another friend during which i somehow lost it. i dont know how. i was so sure i kept it in a friend's bag, but he claims he doesn't have it. i may have given it to someone, but i dont remember who. i have asked every imaginable person possible and no one has it. no one.
now it wouldn't have been such a big problem, because i dont mind buying new books, if that book wasn't part of a limited edition. they dont publish that book anymore and i've searched through liberty books and oxford archives. i dont know where else to go. i could try heritage book shop, but im not so sure.
insiya, i need that little prayer that madiha knows when someone is trying to look for something and it appears magically somewhere...
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1 comment:
Goodluck, i hope you find your book...I know what a depressive feeling it is when you lose a book...
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