08:36 pm
For some reason the public library was closed for around a week.
Namjoon was more than disappointed when he visited on the same day and the doors were shut, with a board hanged to it that read ,"CLOSED TILL 10.DECEMBER.1982"
He even tried to take a look through the glass window but failed miserably. Even though he knew it was closed till the 10th, he still visited there at his usual time. The chilly nights wouldn't bother him at all who used to sit under the lamppost in the dark stairs and continue to write while sitting on the wooden steps.
He often found himself restless at the thought that asked him about the boy he had gotten himself into.
'What must they have replied this time?'
'Is he or she doing okay?'
'At what time do they visit?'
'What must they be doing right now?'
'Why am I always so excited about seeing the notes?'
Anyway, today was the day when the library was open. He went inside hurriedly as if he was Impatient. Today he didn't even greet the lady. He straight away picked the book up and as if his heart fluttered, he don't know why when he saw the note
Title : Staying Alive (a poetry collection)
Note : page no. 601
He opened the book and what a coincidence, the page 601 was right there.
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Still I Rise
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
~ by Maya angelou
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Namjoon couldn't be prouder. He went to the aisle happily, his smile so deep that his dimples were popping out.
He took his time searching for a new book and when he finally found it, he recommended it to the selected person, along with a pink note.
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