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Genesis: Ruth

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Ruth was perplexed and had an inhibition to the unknown. She was worldly and a free blackbird! She was driven by the instinct which conflicted with the youth and age. The little time she spent on the book coloured the inferno. Even the prince the of Darkness forgot his call of duty and was poisoned with the immaculate reverence to Ruth. The book lives the lives of multitude, you can see the hell and heaven in the pages. You can witness the life in both places. I cannot define or explain or even comprehend the idea of the Book I guard for ages! I see people coming from the Book and fading into the Book. 
Among them Ruth was exceptional. The grace she had tugged everyone in the Book to the zenith of vivacity. I am still ignorant and unknown to my own story, but I am connected to the Book, the Book is my Other. May be it was my inability to tell the story to Ruth that left her vanished into the multitude.
 I carry the scars and marks of my failures, and my blood becomes the ink for the Book. Ruth had many questions which she tried to find out in the Book. I am unknown to the answers and things she saw in the Book which made her to leave silent and the ghost of her life is still trapped in the pages of the Book. The chapter on Ruth ends with these lines,

"My dear Ruth, life doesn't give you answers for everything. certain things and people remain unanswered till your death. There are absolute things in this world absolute within and it remains absolute. let me tell you something, there are certain things happening every time in our life which cannot be explained or comprehended by our limited intelligence, or by any available source of law or nature. And I know how the story is going to end. We were just supposed to cross our paths. the mark we leave behind will be carved into eternity. you don't know the story, but one day as you walk into the monuments of men, and to the inevitability of time, you will think about the me, and you will see the pages here written to the end. Till then, stay ignorant! the beauty lies there."

I was still looking at that unknown girl who was vacillating about the Book. The Book was pondering on her past and thoughts. She will read the Book.

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