I have always been vocal about love for books. I do not call myself a voracious reader because there come intervals when I do not pick up a single book from the pile that's unread, and it tends to increase exponentially since I hoard books.
One of my friends, who is a fervent reader, prefers e-book readers and is courteous enough to add to my e-book collection. He mentions to me that he has hardly bought a new paperback since the arrival of portable e-book readers which quenches his thirst for reading.
For me, it's not only about reading but about books. I think I am in love with books because these are the only entities I feel I share a mutual belongingness when I hold one in my hands. The happiness I feel when I visit a book store, a book fair or spot a cozy nook with a vivid collection of books is one I associate with pure love. During my broke days, I might consider a plate of roadside momos as a fancy expenditure, but I never think in similar manner of a book I buy with the only cash I have in my bag. I travel back to my home, empty stomach yet content.
I have been trying to buy a new pair of denim jeans because I spotted the onset of a hole (not in my pocket thankfully, but because of the mortality of fabric) but I always end up buying another book, let it be on an online shopping platform or any other store. Your heart catches hold of the minutest hint of presence of your love around you.
Four years ago, I developed a compulsive addiction for chocolates, Cadbury Dairy Milk to be precise. My bag was never short of the drug supply, always stocked with Dairy Milk bars worth Rs.5 ( mini doses to survive throughout the day ). I later found out that excessive chocolate craving is likely to be caused by magnesium deficiency for it instigates positive emotions apparently. The cure was to intake more magnesium in a healthy manner. I cured it.
I hoard books because I find the associated sentimental experience similar to love. Is this an another addiction born out of deficiency?