Ladies by the Window…

I have been spending a lot of time reading in the sun...and I even have company!

Holding a book with one hand and patting your own back with the other can be a little challenging. But I do like what caught my eyes in a thrift shop. A very dusty couple of ladies with a blob of molten wax sitting in between them. I had to bring them home.

I scraped the wax off, wiped the ladies spanking clean, seated them on the window with some books. And placed a little planter between them.

And I even think both of them went off in chorus – thank you for bringing us home.

You are very welcome, ladies.

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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…

    P’s staple- books and H2O!

The two of us are book lovers. I guess that’s probably one thing that drew us together. Apart from a zillion other things.

   

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.

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