A Reader’s Paradise
Recently I was on a ‘touristy’ trip to South Bombay with Neha. She was sweet and patient enough to spare time for me and take me on a mini-tour of the lovely city. She even let me behave like a tourist.! I was slow.. in walking, exploring and absorbing the beauty. First stop was Fort and this post is about the lovely book-shops lined up there, awaiting you to enter the magical world of words and stories and sagas and secrets. I have seen many books shops before – big and small, but these were different. They looked more attractive, they felt more warm.
No person who can read is ever successful at cleaning out an attic. ~Ann Landers
Old books have their own charm.. the reassuring fragrance, the rustic color of the pages, an faded book mark, the remains of a dry Rose, the scribbled notes that tell a story.
Books – old or new, are truly magical. A classic that is torn yet forever green, a collection of war stories that are full of violence and heart touching anecdotes, a coffee-table book that is always a journey into another world, a hard bound mythological volume that comes as a family legacy, a fictional love story that wants to come alive, a real life inspired novel about death. Books do not just carry words, they are a story in their own.
I am a slow reader – I take time to finish books that I start reading. Often, I pick up books recommended by others and often, others have lent me books which they thought I would like. When asked what I want as a gift on an occasion, I like to ask for books. When I am alone in the house on a cozy weekend, I look forward to immersing myself in the wise world of words. I wouldn’t say I am very well read, but I am always on the look out for something to hold between my palms, in front of my eyes, appealing to my mind, touching my heart. When I walked by these shops that I have captured in my camera, I was mesmerized. And here’s what I came back with: