Each chapter occupied one page that she had to read attentively. Rushed only granted her regrets, and she knew it.
One thing that she didn’t comprehend for so many years was the unseen bridge that bridged each chapter, each page; that helped her to appreciate the whole book.
The bridge connected the feelings, thoughts, and priceless experiences; the ingredients to believe in life, to build one of it.
She didn’t read a book. She lives in it. She is the book.