#bibliophagemanu

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"Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them."

Done reading 📖 with one of the most popular watercoloured illustrated classic "The Little Prince" written by a French aristocrat, author, and aviator Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. It is a story of a grownup pilot (who use to draw a boa constrictor from inside and out when he was six) who crashes in a deserted island and ends up meeting the little prince 🤴 (a boy who never stop asking a question and lives on a planet with one rose🌹 and three volcanoes 🌋 ).

The book 📚 reflects how the child's imagination doesn't have any constraint. How a simple stone seems like a magic ✨ bean to them, from which they can grow a giant beanstalk. And how with passing time these innocent bundles of curiosity join the clan of serious grown-ups. Grown-ups are the one who has forgotten the child living inside them, who have lost all their incredible vision and have indulged themselves in the neverending loop of logic.

It is a quick and poetic read for all ages with a beautiful message. And a quick reminder that "All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it."

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Wisdom doesn’t come with knowledge; they are not twin sisters; ones own contemplation is needed to attain enduring percipience.

Zen lifestyle is a style of living that promises tranquillity to both body and brain and promotes naturalness and mindfulness in life.

Writer Shunmyo Masuno, through his book (Zen The Art of Simple Living), teaches 100 practices of living a simple life with each execution, bringing you closer to living a life in a zen style.

From waking up fifteen minutes early each day to cherish a cup of coffee in silence to understanding the subtle line difference between frugal and simple, the lessons of the book teach you how to live in the present with no worries of tomorrow and regrets of the past.

It reminds you to look around at the beauty beholden by this world and inhale it all before you get lost again in the commotions of your daily life.

Lines from the book 📖 that stayed with me -

“Consider trying to write or draw with care – not with the intention of showing it to others, but rather by mindfully facing your inner self. Your true self will show through, in a single line or letter.”

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Eat pray love is an inspiring journey memoir, of author @elizabeth_gilbert_writer , who after going via a gloomy divorce (Marriage, where infidelity was not an issue instead writer's soul, realized that she is not happy anymore),  move on a global excursion to discover herself.

The writer begins her expedition with Italy, the land of pasta, spaghetti and Tuscany wine 🍾 🍇 - Where meals hold the same reputation as a religion.

From enrolling herself in an Italian language class to practicing the art of "II bel far niente" (masters of doing nothing) to trying intestine of a newborn lamb, she explores the many sides of her personality.

At the end of her sojourn in the land of beautiful language and beautiful food, she finally collected pieces of her lost soul along with some weight and took her next trip to incredible India. India the land of diverse culture, the land of brilliant sages, the land of yoga and meditation.

It is in India, where she explored the spiritual side of her individuality. Living in an ashram, the writer found her true self between yoga and meditation. Where she not only prays but became a prayer 🙏.

Rejuvenated after long-suffering in her cocoon the butterfly 🦋 finally reaches surfer's 🏄 paradise Bali to find the balance of life.

Where cycling through paddy fields and partying near the beaches, 🌺 she encountered with the man who turns out to be her love and solace. And the eccentricity in her finally found relief.

The book is not only a marvellous travel account of the writer but also serves as a comfort read for people going through a haywire situation in life.

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Night of the lingering ❄️ season,

When the chills run down the spine

I took shelter in the warmth of pages 📓

While sipping down an old red wine🍷

Let the red mead 🍷 flow down my throat,

While the wisdom of words is drenching my soul and frosty weather numbing my toes.

For me, it is a celestial 💫 night where my despair is out of sight..

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When 🐦 birds start chirping on breaking of the morning, 🌞

And a cold wind blows near the window where the wind chime is hanging,

I pour myself some tea and pick on the chapter 📖 on which last night I fall asleep.

What are the morning rituals you love to follow 📚phages?

I could consider nothing than tasting some coffee and perusing a good read while the brew ☕ is as yet hot. The feeling of sipping hot brew while my eyes are spellbound in the lines of books 📚 releases a good portion of endorphins in me. For me, it is like an early morning achievement; the arrival of my happy hormones set me up for the rest of the mundane activities of the day.

On that note have a happy morning 🌅 full of endorphins 📚 phages...

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Creativity lives inside all of us, dancing in our heart, breathing in us from generations and banging on the doors of our souls asking us to break the ice and let her flow into this world.

The book "Big Magic" resonates with the ones who want to break free from the clutches of society, who want to live and dance without music 🎶 while the world stares them with mocking eyes.

It inspires people with artistic quotient 🎨 ✏️ to come out and display their work without fretting about the consequences and enjoy the whole process of bringing their creativity to life.

After reading, "Eat Pray Love," I decided to go for Elizabeth's Big Magic and there she did it again. She makes me weep again with joy; her storytelling nudged me to my core. As if the universe has conspired her to write it down for me so that I can stay my creative life and may pull my poems from their tailback to my notebook. 📝

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When the Sun shine after the rain and

a splendid rainbow jumps through the windowpane;

she leaned near the reflecting glass holding her dream in her hands, for

her the world lies in the between the pages a place where her soul can stay for ages....