Prompt: Serendipity

While cleaning this Diwali 

I met old friends of mine.

Now yellow, wrinkled with age 

they were books I’d read as a child.

As I opened an Enid Blyton book

A note fell near my feet

In a child’s scrawl, it said:

When I grow up 

I will live in a library

And read all the books I can read!

I shook my head 

at a nine old’s naivety 

I smiled at the note 

And serendipity smiled at me.

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