Nostalgia
December 18, 2011, Sunday,
I was looking around the bookstore looking for some Haruki Murakami books. Despite being broke, I was always fond of staring at books that I’ll buy someday. That habit gave me a sort of thrill and excitement.
After passing by the general fiction shelves, I realized that I was alone. I could hear the aircon running behind me, the voices of the salesladies talking, and my own footsteps as I walk on the wooden floor.
I turned around and saw the paperback Harry Potter books. Seeing I had time, I walked towards it and saw one copy of The Goblet of Fire opened. I held it and opened it randomly to chapter 18: The Weighing of the Wands. Weird enough, something urged me to shove my face between the pages. I inhaled the intoxicating scent of the paper and closed my eyes.
It took me back to when I just had my first communion. In the car just before we were about to go to Dominican School, my dad gave me a box-shaped package. I eagerly tore the plastics and saw that it was a copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. As soon as we got home, I went to my grandmother’s room and stared at how thick it was. I opened it for the first time, and scent lingered towards me.
For some reason, each of my books here have different scents. Each one also takes me back to a time when I first got it. I opened my eyes and found myself back at the bookstore.
The only thing on my mind at that point was that I miss having a simpler life where I never looked forward to tomorrow. I just sat and enjoyed every second of the present other than worrying about the future and thinking about the past.
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