nothingsane: A Bookworm's Tale

nothingsane: A Bookworm's Tale: B Worm was born amidst the squander of the damaged books section. He learnt to crawl on discarded pages of forgotten masterpieces, grew up ...

A Bookworm's Tale

B Worm was born amidst the squander of the damaged books section. He learnt to crawl on discarded pages of forgotten masterpieces, grew up on a steady diet of archaic words and spit up on calligraphied scrolls of folk lore. When he reached the adventurous age, he ventured out into the attractive world of the newly minted books. The smell of fresh paper and ink intoxicated his senses and the discarded pile knew that they had lost him forever. Some scraps followed him for a way, but were soon left behind – dwindling into nothing but a shadow of faint childhood memories. B Worm did not even look back. He headed straight to the Erotica section and spent a racy time winding across supple breasts and erect penis’. He learnt the subtle art of seduction in the classical ways of the Gentlemen Diaries and the ways of forbidden love in the pages of Lady Chatterley’s Lover. When erotica lost its lure, which wasn’t anytime soon, he moved on to the lanes of money and romance. A turn down the food lane, led him to B Wormess. They bumped into each other while feeding on the delightful recipes of French cooking and never looked back. They had a rather dry wedding at the legal section but more than made up for it during their honeymoon in the long rows of the Travel section. The honeymoon period ended only when they had traversed every inch of the genre – right from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe. Wandering back, they decided to settle down in the Home and Garden section. B Worm went crossed the aisle and went to work in the Business section daily – and on his way home, dropped by the shopping aisle to take home little bytes for his darling wife. Time went by, and the two produced many precious Wormlets. Alas, they went their own way. While one immersed himself in the rows of Rock and Roll, the other ventured into medicine and lost his way in the section of drugs. The third wormlet however did her parents proud by making a hole for herself in the thesis’ of geo-politics. Today Bworm and his wife have retired and spend their days in the wide enclosures of the Encyclopedias Section. Where they are rarely, if ever disturbed.