I subscribed to a newspaper about fifteen days ago. I do not get the time to read them early morning (because I wake up just in time to go for my lectures). So, I read them at night. There are stories – of people, of nature, of discoveries, of art and everything therein.
The feeling of that large coarse raw set of papers inked with words had been missing for more than a year. I mean, I read books and magazines but aren’t books a little sophisticated? Maybe not. But I tend to think so.
Isn’t it an incredible art to publish a newspaper?
What do you think?