Friendship
The Library of Lost Pages
In the village of Chandpur, tucked between rice paddies and monsoon-soaked hills, books were a quiet rebellion. The villagers worked from dawn to dusk, their hands calloused from plows and nets, their lives bound by the rhythm of seasons. Reading was a luxury, frowned upon by elders who saw it as idleness, a distraction from the labor that kept Chandpur alive. But for Lila, books were air, and without them, she’d suffocate.
By Shohel Rana8 months ago in Poets
