I have been told that some books that you read in your childhood, are meant for your childhood. Not be read in your yonger days, and not to be read as you grow. For they are mere fantasy plots, which make you believe in things untrue. But today, I feel literally no shame in saying out loud, that I am sitting near a raging and waving ocean and reading ‘The Velveteen Rabbit’.
You want to know what gave me the courage to do this. Well, it’s something like this-
Okay, neither am a 10 year old nor a 50 year old. But what can I do when this was giving me pleasure beyond words. So I just went ahead and did it.
I read The Velveteen rabbit, sitting at the most favourite place in the world, when I could have done so many other things.
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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