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The Book Thief had sat on my bookshelf unperturbed Waiting for me to pick it up I did one day not knowing that Death in those pages would be the same Death that would write my father’s final chapter leaving me with pages unread with pages unwritten ‘Is this yours?’ ‘Yes, Appa.’ ‘Why are you not reading this, then?’ Silence ‘Do you want to read it?’ Silence. My silence Then, 'But I am scared, Appa. I don't know what else I will lose.' Silence Then, a knowing smile ‘Well, we’d better read it then.’ So, I read it page after unread page writing word after unwritten word of loss-gain, fear- trust Death-Life-Love Footnotes: The lines in italics are an adaptation of an extract from the book, The Book Thief. *Appa: father
Vidya Shankar, a widely published poet and writer, an English Language teacher, a 'book' in the Human Library, author of two poetry books, and editor of four anthologies, loves experimenting with free verse writing techniques and exploring Japanese poetry forms. She finds meaning to her life through yoga and mandalas.