From 2014, With Words 🌼
My love for reading didn’t come rolling in like thunder, but arrived slowly — like dew settling on the tip of a leaf; subtle, calm, and unknowingly quenching a soul thirsting for meaning. It all began in 2014, when I laid eyes on a book that seemed ordinary but held something extraordinary. Back then, I just wanted to kill some time — but who would’ve thought that single page would open the door to a world full of wonder, where words weren’t just ink, but whispers speaking gently to the heart. Book after book, I wandered deeper, and it was then I realized — reading doesn’t just open the mind, it opens the heart. It taught me the essence of empathy, sharpened my critical thinking, and introduced me to corners of the world I’d never physically stepped into, yet felt so vividly close through imagination. As the Malay proverb says, “you can’t love what you don’t know” — and truly, the more I knew the world of books, the deeper I fell in love with it. Every book became a safe haven — a plac...