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  The Gift That Turned Pages Into Memories On a rainy afternoon many years ago, I watched my grandmother by the window, lost in a book she had read countless times. Between the worn pages, a simple silver slip peeked out — her bookmark. It wasn’t much to look at, just a thin piece of metal, etched with faint floral patterns. But to her, it was more than a placeholder. It was a companion that had travelled through stories, underlined moments of pause, and held the space for her imagination to return. Years later, when I inherited that beautiful bookmark, I realised something profound: for book lovers, a bookmark is never just a tool. It’s an emotional anchor, a bridge between worlds, and sometimes, a reminder of the person who gave it. Why the Right Bookmark Feels Like Magic For bibliophiles, reading isn’t simply an activity — it’s a ritual. We remember the scent of the pages, the quiet of a late-night chapter, the way a certain book kept us awake until dawn. In this ritual, an...