The winter sun was gentle as the annual book fair opened its gates. Colorful banners fluttered in the air, and the scent of new books mixed with the sound of cheerful conversations. For Arif, this was not just another fair—it was a place where dreams quietly waited between pages.
As he walked through the crowded paths, he noticed people of all ages holding books close to their chests. Some were searching for knowledge, some for entertainment, and some simply for peace. Arif stopped at a small stall tucked away in a corner. Unlike the others, it was quiet and simple. An elderly man sat there, arranging books with great care.
Arif picked up an old novel with a faded cover. When he opened it, a handwritten note caught his attention: "Books are the safest place for wandering souls." Something about those words touched him deeply. He asked the old man about the book. With a warm smile, the man replied, "Every book finds its reader at the right time."
Arif bought the book and continued walking, but his steps felt lighter now. He sat on a nearby bench and began reading. Around him, the noise of the fair slowly faded. The characters in the book felt real, their stories alive. For the first time in a long while, Arif forgot his worries and fears.
As evening fell, lights illuminated the fair, turning it into a glowing world of imagination. Arif left the book fair with more than just a book in his bag. He carried hope, inspiration, and a renewed belief that stories have the power to change lives—one reader at a time.