It was a quiet afternoon, and Ravi was sitting in his favorite spot by the window, flipping through a book he had been reading for weeks.
The sunlight warmed the room, and the soft hum of the neighborhood drifted in. But today, something felt different. He couldn’t concentrate on the pages.
He had been so busy with work lately that he hadn’t had much time for his usual hobbies. He missed his old routine—early morning walks, evenings spent reading, and the weekend trips to the library.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed. It was a message from his friend, Arun.
“Hey, I found this book I think you’d love. Want to borrow it?”
Ravi smiled. It had been a while since they’d shared books. He replied quickly, “Sure! What’s the book?”
Minutes later, Arun arrived at Ravi’s door with a small package. “I thought you might like this one,” he said, handing it over.
Ravi opened the package to find an old, worn-out book with a faded cover. He raised an eyebrow. “This looks like one of the books we used to read in school.”
“It is!” Arun laughed. “I thought it would remind you of the good old days.”
Ravi couldn’t help but laugh too. “I haven’t read this in years. Let’s see if it’s still as good as I remember.”
As he sat back down and began reading, Ravi realized that sometimes it wasn’t about finding something new, but about rediscovering what you had forgotten.
The book brought back memories, and the quiet afternoon felt a little warmer. He smiled, grateful for the small moment of nostalgia.