Today is a particularly gloomy, dark day. Its those flurries outside which probably add some color in spite of their paleness. There hasn’t been any sun in the last four days. Dusting comes easy to a cleanliness freak like me. Yes, we have a thin film of dust everywhere, every day. Thankfully am not allergic to it and I love the smell of books.
Or, how else can an India girl can survive without any sunshine…
The master himself. A copied painting by me from Satyajit Ray’s sketch of Tagore.
I have cartons of books still lying in India, and so does P. We need a whole wall for all the books we have. And probably a bigger house. And I am still not counting all the books that my Mum’s grandfather has left behind. He was the Head of the Department of English in a college, and had some rare books, some probably 100 years old. A real treasure I would like to usurp from any unknown, distant relative who is planning to stake a claim.
Even Froggy likes to read!
Whoever said dogs are a (wo)man’s best friend, was surely not thinking about these printed pals.