Finally my dream has come true. Yes! A bookshelf! All I dreamt of these years was for a bookshelf! And it's here! Thanks to Rethesh for procrastinating my urge for 8 long years. A bibliophobe I guess. Sigh! Anyway, do you see that above? That’s my bookshelf with assorted books gathered over a period of time. My Books! What should I say? They are my love, my friend, my companion in distress! And much more. God? May be! It won’t be an exaggeration if I say so.
I vividly remember, the time when I had started
developing interest in books. It was somewhere post my schooling and pre my
college, i.e. 11th grade. Credit goes to the very own Rajitha
Subramaniam aka Raji, my childhood friend!
The fact remains that she introduced me to books with Sidney Sheldon
though … Ahem! :P Moving on, if I say,
the universe had conspired to show the true colors of the genes I belong to, it won’t be a dramatic overture … Yes my father’s genes! Like daughter like
father Or should I say
like father like daughter? I guess the latter is right. You will never see a bibliophile as him. He too had dreamt of all his life for a huge
library all for himself with assorted books for him to read and savor. He too
had dreamt of saving his retirement life for reading only. Alas! His vision
betrayed him. Anyway, I still buy him books, which, to my surprise, he reads
with the zeal of a child. However, I must confide, I never gathered inspiration
from him during my childhood and the zest was only developed after reading Mr.
Sheldon, may be the teenage curiosity you know :P . However, I wholeheartedly thank my
father and Raji for contributing their bit to make me a good reader, rather a
bibliophile for days and years to come. Weren’t it for them, I wouldn’t have known what a book can offer — Joy, sadness, pleasure, tension, peace, depth, knowledge,
orgasm :D — all that makes a human human!
While I jot my feelings away, my bookshelf stands
right in front of me tall and sturdy, telling me there’s more to add here! And
a satisfied smile is all I have!
