My first love…..

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I am very sure that this question has been unanswered or over-answered a lot many times to my pals whenever they tried to dig out the truth πŸ˜‰ .. even after bribing me into eating ice creams or dinner/lunch promises at my favourite restro’s and also almost getting me MnBs i haven’t divulged the details. So i think now its time to do so.. to talk abt HIM… in the sense the one who’s always accompanied me to school, college, malls, ricks, buses, trains, long journeys, to Mt.Everest and Mt.Katao, and to every possible place i have been to is very difficult. He’s been the motivation when i was down, he was the humour when i wanted to laugh out loud, he was my strength when i wanted to quit, he was my knight in shining armour when i wanted to be loved, he was everything i ever needed jus packed all the beauties of life in my hand…it was the BOOKS that i read.

Trust me on this, I could have never been able to stand on feet ever had i not had my bestest and longest pals(read- BOOKS) of years with me. They stood with me through thick and thin. Come rain or sun, i always had him for my company. He never for once said what i never wanted to hear. Even at the most odd hours when i wanted to hear him he would simply let me read him.

The association started when PD would dog-ear few books and give it to me to read so that i become more creative in writing. Obviously i am still nowhere near her but then i believe i have started putting in my ideas clearly. I would read at Strand bookstall or pick up books from the ever so famous churchgate bylanes Β to satiate my hunger. Finally i came across the Amar-ki-dukaan(as famously called by Meds) which had superb collection of all sorts of books. I would take almost 4-5 of them with me and finish off in jus a day or two. My train pals would wonder how I would finish it but then I was in LoVe.. πŸ™‚ and Thank God for that.

How can i forget Sam who met me coz of Books.. while i was searching for an ultimate chicklit we both picked up the same book and hence started the well kept secret of my life.. The Book Club of Ladies.. I was happy back then.. like minded ladies getting together for book reading sessions.. its was fantabulous.. I then realised that i had a feminist streak in me when we would end up discussing a lot of hot topic prevalent then.. i met smita the lady with a golden arm.. she only knew how to give others/society.. i worked with her for few NGO projects and then helped her create a course material for the under privileged.. it was one of the best days of my life to do something without anyone ever knowing what i was upto.. prolly even i dinno what i was doing then, but today when i look back i feel nice that i could meet people so intellectual i could only dream of coz of HIM.. so back to him.. its jus a small boring blog to thank HIM.. for the life i had, i have and i will have, for almost everything.. and i hope no one replaces HIM.. πŸ™‚

“A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without the fear that it will go off in your face.Β  It is one of the few havens remaining where a man’s mind can get both provocation and privacy.”

Edward P. Morgan

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8 responses »

  1. aww…that was nice.. i can see the pile of paulo books n the MnBs.. you and your passion for books!! huh!! i remember how you would chat, read and listen to music all at one time in train.. GOD save you!! but you know what its very easy to gift you.. i can always buy any book and you accept it w/o any tantrums πŸ™‚

    • oh yes!! all thanx to u i hv my own collection now.. but i sooooooooo want to collect MnBs n not read them inside a magazine.. 😐

  2. oh is it?!?! i thought it was enrique.. good you clarified..now i can claim him without any pursuation from you.. finally the line seems to be clear.. henna.. book club misses you beyond belief.. come back soon .. god bless..take care

    • hey..no ways..dun u dare..m his soooooper crazy fan not u.. i even drank that yucky mixedfruit shake when u dared me..n u cudnt even do what i asked u to πŸ˜›

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