Ting, Tong.
As soon as the sensor detected me at the door step of my
library and made the bell ring inside, there were hushed discussions amongst
the inhabitants of my den. Over the little commotion in next few seconds, they
arranged themselves in a disorganized mode to suit my liking. Yes, I like them
all disorganized lying here and there just like they would behave over a pot of
grass.
They are my friends, my closest ones – my books with the
audio system, the simple wooden ebony-black furniture, oak-paneled table of
6”X10”, 4 chairs with high back rest and leather seats, olive green carpeted
floor in this cozy place of relatively large size. They understand me, keep
track of my mood swings and present themselves accordingly. The hue of the
room, the melody on the audio, the brightness of the lights – all tune to me
the best. Before I need to tell them anything, they are ready and dressed for
the occasion. The stage is set for the rendezvous and yes, you guessed it
right, this is my library.
Times get locked and books get read in a cheerful and jovial
mood. My dear puppy, Angela, sits there motionless - all ears to the novels and
fictions. All the books that I have yearned to read for such a long time get to
come first. After a chat with them briefing them with the reasons how my busy
professional life had prevented our tryst, I immerse myself into the blissful
world of reading as time flies by.
This is the library that I desire most in my dream.
On a day of solitude, I would spend hours together in this
alcove of mine, in my very own way, alone. On some other days, friends would meet
up there, in my study, for hour long discussion on politics, cricket, society,
arm-chair strategy of our country – in one word, meaningless “Adda” (generally used in Bengali for
long discussions) over uncountable number of cups of tea and smoked fish
fingers.
While I have a penchant for reading, I am an utter failure to
the term of an ardent reader-not able to manage time knowing very well the
fault is within me. There are many others, in a similar situation as mine, who
still manage to carve out a good amount of time for books. I am amazed at how
my wife and daughter make merry (eat, sleep and drink) with books and a tinge
of jealousy certainly crosses my mind. As I am not able to do justice to
reading, I have somewhat curbed my strong craving for new books- non-fictions
and other genres, to get to the typical smell from them. They really can be a
person’s best friend and provide the much needed break from the mundane day to
day activities.
While living my life the way it is now, I do dream and long for
having my own study cum library and make use of all the time I will have in a
relatively less loaded period of my life- during my sunset years. I visualize
myself in white hair, house coat over the pajamas and gown along with the
sandals getting into a place of my own and spending time as long as I want, in
the way I want. That dream is still
alive and I water that every day, drop by drop.
This post is written for Indispire in indiBlogger for following prompt
“What would your dream library look like?” #DreamLibrary
That was a nice book shelf though too high to reach :P
ReplyDelete:-). Yes, we do have a ladder at home.
ReplyDeleteBooks are the only real friends, as far as my experience goes.
ReplyDeleteYes, Tomichan Matheikal, can't agree more. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteThats how a bookshelf should be, It should grace the for the ceiling with its touch. Cimbing a ladder to get a book is exquisite.
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Thanks Rupert for your time on my page and additionally the majesty that you accorded to my book shelf :-). Much appreciated. Hope you liked the library otherwise in addition to the shelf :-).
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