Those Dingy Newspapers

That day was sunday. A free-schedule sunday that I don't have anything to do but relax. It was a pretty sunday. Chirping birds in the morning, sun shines so bright I can see its ray thru the glassy window in my second floor house.

My dad owns a grocery store in our little small, peaceful town. We have a second floor in our house, its initial purpose is actually to provide more space for us to sleep at night, bedrooms. But eventually it ended up into a warehouse, where we put stock of products we're about to sell. This room is undisputedly dirty and dusty. When you step on its floor, you can see layers of dust smeared on your soles. Goods are arranged, here and there, properly organized but seldom been cleaned or at least swept. It's quite dusty so that it'll affect your respiratory. In a simple way, this warehouse is not a cozy place to spend your time.

Yet at that sundays, ever since early morning, I'd been sitting there, oh no, squatting there like a squirrel. There's a pile of old-and-late unsold newspaper my dad bought from another grocery store in the city faraway from our town. Dad bought it to sell it again as wrappings. But for me, those piles of dingy newspapers are treasure. There are a lot of information I can get from it, while others would only see it as meaningless papers. I'll snuck myself there, sitting there for hours. I don't care about dirt and dust, whether the newspapers are out to date already. I got hunger of information and knowledge that I need to satisfy. And there I was, spending my time since dawn to dusk, flipping pages after pages, sometimes forgot to take a bath and even have breakfast and lunch. Just to read.

That moment, unconsciously I enrich my insight about the world that's rolling outside. I don't have to go anywhere to know about these stuff, I just need to read. And that time I realize, how precious it is to be able to get knowledge through reading....