The Road Less Travelled
The Road Less Traveled by M. Scott Peck — When I was in high school, Lakeside in Pokhara—the bustling tourist hub—was my sanctuary for books. I never had enough money to buy them outright, so I devised a little routine: I’d pick a book, read it carefully without folding a single page or leaving even the faintest mark, jot down notes in my worn-out notebook, and return it the very next day. The shopkeeper would give me a small refund, just enough to borrow—or sometimes buy—the next one. It was a cycle of fleeting ownership, a trade between longing and necessity. But then came The Road Less Traveled. Something about it felt different. Maybe it was the weight of its words, the way its lessons lingered in my mind long after I’d closed its pages. For the first time, I didn’t want to return a book. I wanted to keep it—to underline my favorite lines, to revisit its wisdom whenever I needed it. That book wasn’t just another read; it felt like a companion. So I broke my own rule. I kept it. An...