In a city of dreams lived a girl with lots of questions.She loved her grandfather a lot and shared everything with him even the fights she used get into with boys when she was small.She was very brave ,but her problem was that she used to think a lot.She was more in her head then she was in the world.She was tough but too hard on herself,always expecting to be best.She hates losing and was always jealous of someone's height,beauty or intelligence.One of the greatest insecurities were overpowering her mind and she became self-conscious.Lot of anger filled her heart and she cried everyday .Her friends were hardly anyone but she found solace in books.They were perfect friends for her.Her love for reading grew to the extent that she stopped talking to humans or even trying making connections with them .Every social event made her feel waste of time and so books that expect nothing from you became her best friends.When she grew up she thought if no one will become her friends,books will always be there for her.But shockingly she changed,her life became happening,she started being social,confident with lots of people around her.She was finally happy.One day she saw the shelf in side corner of her room and she realised she has abandoned her friends who stayed with her when she was lonely.Ignorance was first accepted strategy but soon that strategy was replaced by excuses and finally it had to be given up to stage of acceptance of her negligence.That curly haired girl stared at her best friends and with gleaming eyes she picked up the treasure of knowledge.Her friends were so happy that they started telling her everything about their lives that she had missed all these years.Girl with brown eyes was happy again but now she had human friends too whom she prioritized.Life moved on ,her creative books replaced textbooks and soon fun of reading became forced need to give exams.People do change but books they never change.They selflessly give knowledge without any expectation of rewards.That girl could hear her friends from shelf calling her to visit them again and she would now and then until she finally started writing about them in blog.Those were indeed her most loyal friends.They took her to places she always wanted to be at,met people who were inspiring , alluring and different.Now she is old and everyone in her life are either dead or busy.She had retired as renowned writer itself,so now she had nothing else to do except getting flashbacks of her youth.On one particular day out of many similar days she was alone,in the library with cabinet full of books she picks up the first book she ever read as a child ,her eyes sparkled with excitement after many years when she read the title of her favourite book "Cinderella". That's how a book and a girl united again and promised each other 'till the death do the part'.