Just Me, a Book, and the Sky

What books do you want to read?

As a child, I believed books were alive.

Some slept quietly on shelves,

some waited restlessly to be opened,

and a few followed me

even after I shut them tight.

I read under tables, behind curtains,

in the lazy corners of afternoons.

I thought the sun slowed down for me,

and the moon stayed awake

just to see how the story ends.

I grew up, but that belief didn’t.

It only learned new words.

I want books that don’t behave.

That start in the middle,

end too soon,

and make me shout,

“One more page!”

Books where characters climb out of stories,

sit beside me,

steal my snacks,

and refuse to leave.

I want pages that smell like rain holidays,

sound like bicycle bells,

and feel like scraped knees

that somehow never hurt.

Give me suns that shine for no reason,

moons that listen without interrupting,

and stars that fall asleep

before finishing their lines.

I want stories that wander everywhere,

ponder silly things,

laugh loudly,

cry suddenly,

and forget why they started

just like we did.

Books that turn grown-ups into children again,

make time lose count,

and remind the heart

that magic was never lost

it was just waiting to be read. ✨

And maybe that’s why I still look for such books

not to escape life,

but to meet that little version of me

who believed stories could pause the sun,

wake the moon,

and make ordinary days

feel wonderfully endless. 🌙✨

A dreamy illustration of a grown woman and her child self sitting on grass at sunset, holding hands beneath a sky filled with stars, floating book pages, the sun and the moon, symbolizing childhood imagination, inner child connection, and the quiet magic of stories.
Meeting my childhood between pages, under the same sky. ✨

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I’m Rajeshwari💕a fashion illustrator by day, a writer at heart. While my illustrations tell stories through colors, textures, and designs, my words explore the tales that live in my mind and heart❤️. This is my little corner to weave both passions together, one sketch and one sentence at a time.🤍✨

15 thoughts on “Just Me, a Book, and the Sky

    1. So glad it made you feel that way 🤍
      That’s exactly it missing not just the books, but the feeling they gave us back then. Reading used to be effortless, magical… like the world paused just for us.

  1. This is utterly enchanting. Your words feel like they were written with the same wonder you’re describing—soft, playful, and deeply true. The way you blur the line between childhood imagination and adult awareness is beautiful; it reminds us that growing up doesn’t mean leaving magic behind, only learning how to recognize it in quieter forms.

  2. Rajeshwari ji,🙏
    This piece is not merely about books it is a reunion with the inner child who still breathes between words.

    Your lines carry us to that tender meeting point of memory and imagination, where time truly pauses and life feels simple, magical, and open once again.
    The idea of books being alive, the sun slowing down, the moon staying awake to listen these images feel less like fantasy and more like lived truth.

    You beautifully show that reading is not an escape from life, but a way of reconnecting with the quiet innocence and wonder that once shaped us.

    While reading, it feels as if we too are sitting on the grass, holding the hand of our younger self, with pages floating like stars around us.
    Thank you for such a gentle, dreamy, and deeply intimate offering.
    -Vijay Srivastava

    1. Vijay ji, Your words touched me more than you know 🤍 Thank you for seeing the quiet place this piece was written from that small corner where memory, imagination, and childhood still sit together in silence.
      Reading your message felt like a warm breeze… gentle, thoughtful, and full of understanding.🤍✨ If even for a moment this piece allowed you to revisit that child within the one who believes in slow suns, awake moons, and stories that breathe then I feel grateful.🌙✨🤍
      Thank you for holding these lines with such tenderness. Your presence and your reading mean more than the words on the page. 🤍✨

    1. Thank you so much Aparna🤍✨
      It really means a lot to me. I’m sorry you weren’t feeling well, please take things slow and be gentle with yourself.✨ Sending you warmth, calm, and a little sunshine for a quick recovery 🤍✨

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