Being a labour is work of turmoil, but sometimes you don't get your desired work.

But to fend for your family you have to work whatever way you can earn.

But, it didn't stop my desire for knowledge, my family too supported me in every way they can.

Saving pennies so I could buy books.

But I never bought books, I used to save them with me.

So that money could be helpful, at my hour of need.

I used to borrow books from the library in Alexandria.

The knowledge in those books were immense.

Many scholars have written their account of their time spent in different provinces, how the provinces were administered, the way people dressed, the language they spoke.

About kings and their kingdoms, their regency, their legacy.

All handwritten, with so much thoughts put in the writing.

It was a heaven in itself, a book lovers' heaven, until Caesar destroyed it.

The irony of the situation is, I am among the many labourers assigned to salvage the leftover part of the heaven and its magical world, which is in tatters.

Holding the burned pages of the precious jewels in my hands I felt like a part of my heart has burned.

The library couldn't be reconstructed as of now, maybe in near future or after years, who knows.

I couldn't fathom the fact that our future generation won't be able to get the divine knowledge which could have helped them unreveal so many things about our past.

While searching around I came across a some scrolls, the writings were smeared and illegible.

Its a pity how we instinctively do something without much ado about the consequences, not to ever look back and repent for the grave mistake we did..

#291 words.

Thank you Shreya_VA for your support and cover... *chuckles*