25 FEB 2017 AT 1:01

The first copy of your novel you gifted to me.
I haven't read it yet.
Not even opened.
Rather covered with a newspaper page.

It has become a best seller.
People ask me whether I have read it.
They don't ask me 'why'.
I want to answer it. Desperately.

The newpaper has started to turn yellowish.
I have to renew it, with safety.
I won't read it now also.
For let me preserve the fragnance of your writing.

Let me preserve it for harder times.

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