





Can anyone tell me the sex/age of my 3 budgies?
Having them for almost 6 months now.






Having them for almost 6 months now.
There was a time when books were my favorite place to disappear into.
Back in school, I used to read for hours — completely lost in different worlds, different lives, different ideas. And somehow every good book changed me a little before giving me back to reality.
Social media and endless digital scrolling never gave that same feeling. They occupy the mind. Books nourish it.
In 2018, after finishing the Shiva Trilogy on my phone, I badly wanted a Kindle. But someone convinced me a tablet would be “better”. It wasn’t. The tablet became another distraction machine, and somewhere along the way, I stopped reading the way I used to.
Today I got this 3 yrs old pre-owned Kindle PW 11th Gen for ₹6k ($63) , and weirdly… it feels less like buying a device and more like reopening an old path.
Trying to return to that serene state of mind again.
Trying to touch those quiet childhood nerves again.
Trying to remember what it felt like to sit still and let words reshape the soul.
Books really are nectar for the mind.
There was a time when books were my favorite place to disappear into.
Back in school, I used to read for hours — completely lost in different worlds, different lives, different ideas. And somehow every good book changed me a little before giving me back to reality.
Social media and endless digital scrolling never gave that same feeling. They occupy the mind. Books nourish it.
In 2018, after finishing the Shiva Trilogy on my phone, I badly wanted a Kindle. But someone convinced me a tablet would be “better”. It wasn’t. The tablet became another distraction machine, and somewhere along the way, I stopped reading the way I used to.
Today I bought this second-hand Kindle Paperwhite 11th Gen from OLX for 6k, and weirdly… it feels less like buying a device and more like reopening an old path.
Trying to return to that serene state of mind again.
Trying to touch those quiet childhood nerves again.
Trying to remember what it felt like to sit still and let words reshape the soul.
Books really are nectar for the mind.