Bitter Steps to better life

Chapter 10: Do only children learn through observation?

When I started reading books in my first year of college, nobody would touch my novel at home. I observed in myself that I slowly started leaving movies and enjoying novels rather than movies. Whenever I would go to the library, I always read the back cover, and if I liked it, I would read it; otherwise, I wouldn't. I observed one thing: I always chose books that were unique and not so popular.

When I was in my third year of graduation, I saw that my elder brother was a little stressed out by his work issues. He never even touched a novel, but he could read newspapers and bike or car magazines for endless hours. I would read novels whenever I could find time. He always told me to bring those magazines, which were not available in our college. He could observe my reading activities every day. He started asking me whether I had finished reading or not.
Slowly, he started seeing the outer cover. One day he tried reading a few pages; he read some of the pages and closed it. Due to the book's last return date, I returned several books to the library. Librarians could provide one book for one week, and we could renew it only once. Still, he managed to finish reading 2–3 novels. I was a great fan of one YQ (your quote app) poet who could write on feminism. I would always like his way of writing, which could always touch my heart deeply, and he would always come up with unique topics. Many girls, too, were great fans of him. He suggested I read A Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma. As a gift for my birthday. The next day, I went to the library and quickly brought it and read.

I used to love stories, so I felt a little bored reading this book, but my brother found it very interesting; he finished reading the book before me. It had touched his heart. Slowly, he started reading leadership books. I had borrowed the novel 'The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck' by Mark Manson from Geeta; actually, she had given me the opportunity to read it and give her a review of it. I couldn't get time to read it, but my brother read it. It hit him so hard that he read it twice. I thought of giving it a shot to read and finish it. I read 15 pages, and I got bored. The next day, when I started reading it, it caught my eye and made me get lost in it. Really, it was unique and interesting to read such a worthy book, which was never boring to read. It touched my heart deeply. It was something different from other books.

Reading is one of the best ways to get relief from stress. "Everyone is a reader; some just haven't found their favorite book yet", I had read this quote somewhere. It is a reality that we just need the right book to be readers. Mine was 'Sorry for loving you' by Abhishek Agrawal, whereas my brother's was 'A monk who sold his Ferrari'  by Robin Sharma. It all depends on our choice, which leads us to read. Sometimes even adults learn through observation.