I still remember the moment literature started feeling distant to me. I was reading beautiful novels, famous poems, and powerful lines, yet something inside me felt empty. I could understand the words, but I could not feel them. It was like I was standing outside a house, looking in through a window, watching emotions I … Read more
I still remember the first time a poem made me stop breathing for a second. I was sitting alone, reading lines that looked simple, almost ordinary, and yet something inside me cracked open. I did not understand it at first. I just knew the words felt heavier than words should feel. That night, I realized … Read more
When I first read The Tell Tale Heart, I remember feeling restless, almost uneasy, like something was crawling under my skin. I kept telling myself it was just a scary story, but even after I closed the book, I could not escape it. I could hear that heartbeat in my head, slow and heavy, and … Read more
When I first read Annabel Lee, I thought I understood it. I really did. I remember telling myself that it was just a poem about love and loss, nothing more than that. But as I reached the end, I felt something sitting heavy in my chest, like a question I could not answer. I closed … Read more
When I first opened Beowulf, I honestly thought I was stepping into a simple story about monsters and heroes. I remember sitting there, reading line after line, and feeling lost, almost disconnected. The battles felt loud, the names felt heavy, and I kept asking myself why this poem mattered so much. I closed the book … Read more
I want to tell you something personal, like I am sitting right in front of you, sharing a quiet story. There was a time when night scared me. The moment the lights went off, my mind turned on. I would lie awake, staring into the darkness, feeling like the whole world was asleep except my … Read more
I still remember the night I finished reading Life of Pi. I closed the book, but my mind refused to close with it. I sat there thinking about Pi, the ocean, and that silent struggle for survival, and suddenly it felt like the story was not about him anymore. It was about me. I felt … Read more
I still remember the moment when everything around me felt like it was closing in. It was one of those times when life turns up the heat without warning, and you are left standing in the middle of it, wondering how you will survive. I was tired, confused, and honestly scared. Every problem seemed heavier … Read more
I still remember the first time I truly understood what a caged bird feels like. It was not something I read in a book or heard in a poem. It was something I lived. I was sitting in my room, staring out of the window, watching birds fly freely across the sky, and suddenly it … Read more
