I'm Booked

Today evening I was doing something very usual, in fact in the last two years of my life I have been doing this activity every now and then. It’s called packing. I packed my luggage, which majorly consisted of books to be transferred from here to Bangalore, my next station. While I was doing this greatly boring and tiresome task, a thought happened to cross my mind. This thought was about something that I liked being associated with at one point in time, in fact I still am. But all this association goes berserk, when you add the word 'text' before it. Yes, books are what I am associated with, and I am miles away from the specific kind called ‘text books’.
Text books. I hardly have anything to do with them, except that I paid a hefty fee for them (believe me I wouldn’t have, if I had any choice) stood in queues in the library to procure them and sign against my name. I even lugged them from the library to my hostel room and then from one hostel to another over the last two years. I know that some of those books do have a lot of sense written in them, sense that should have actually been in my head by now, given that I am nearing the end of my MBA, but I have failed to acquire any of it.
Today was the day to ascertain their fate. I had three options. First, leaving most of them back here, and forget about them. Second, sending them home, all the way to Delhi and expect that my 4 yr old nephew would grow up one day and read his aunt’s books, or a more plausible thing, my mom refusing to waste any storage space in the house on these books. The third option was the one that I also eventually exercised, sending them to Bangalore and store them at my residence to be, and continue to hope that someday, at least some odd day I would use even one of them.
In this hope, I decided to spend some more money in parcel, the one paid as fees not being enough. Tagging them along for at least another two years, when I never did bother to use them in the last two.
Optimism and positivity is the way to go!!