The Day I Got My First Library Card
It was around mid of 2005 when I first started visiting our town library. I used to go there with a friend who was one class senior to me. After school, we often stopped by the library before going home. The place had a quiet charm—wooden tables, old bookshelves, and that special smell of books that even now feels like peace. At that time, I didn’t have a library card. I only went there to read books inside. My friend had his card, and I watched how he borrowed books to take home. It looked like a kind of freedom—to choose a book, sign it in the register, and walk away with it. I thought, maybe one day I would have my own card too. Then in 2006, when I was in class six, I finally decided to ask. One afternoon, I gathered a little courage and went to the librarian. Everyone called him “Library Sir or Nabi da ” He was strict in looks but kind in heart. I asked softly, “Sir, can I also get a card?” He looked up from his register and smiled a little. “Of course,” he said. “But you hav...