I didn’t know what drove me here, but the place
was quite mine; the place where I always dreamed to be. Very less but welcoming people of my genre,
people who stay silent as the place demands and people who talk to the books,
authors and to themselves. There is no
difference of opinion for there is opinion in difference. I saw people writing; a quite place away from
noises of the phone, traffic and life. I
could see beautiful faces that reads, feels and emerges out of the emotion from
the book. There were tons of books and very less people turned up to read. The place was clean and tidy as I surfed
through the Asia ’s one of the largest library
of eight floors there were thousands of books in all the genres. I want to pick
as many as possible and read all at once which is highly impossible also I was
afraid if I took few books to surf through and what if I could not find the
right place to shelf it back. So I took
one book which was my favourite subject once – The Basic guide to Hypnotism. I saw a girl reading Sigmund Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams so I have to
stay a little away from her. I choose a
chair away from Freud and her and sat comfortably in cushion chair. The guide to hypnotism hypnotised me to
read; almost quarter of the book I finished before I felt asleep without my
knowledge for a minute or two; because the place was so harmonious and pleasant
and filled with books and air conditioned.
When I recouped from my nap I realized I almost finished quarter of the
book and Freud and that girl were still there.
Disbelief I developed on Fraud and his reader after reading Osho’s talk
on Fraud. Sigmund Fraud was called as
genius in the field of human psychology but when he came to India
