Of course I’ll write about books and Bangalore. Just books for this post.
“Your Order will be delivered today”
Beeps My phone
My joy I cannot contain
For there’s a book on the way, that I’m about to own
I run to my mother, who hadn’t opposed to the order
And had agreed to pay for them
And I jump up and down and hold her and hug her and laugh with delight
While she looks at me in fright
At 4:30 PM, the guy comes to my doorstep
With a hint of a smile; a smile of familiarity
and hands me my package, while I take it,
Screaming internally, trying to maintain some integrity.
I take the package to my room
Sit on the edge of my bed and admire the package
Slowly peeling off the tape surrounded
Anticipating the thrill of the look and feel of the treasure inside.
The book glows in the midst if the ruins of the cardboard
I hold it up, Lion King-style
Smell it; admire it; make a place for the book on my bookshelf
And then, finally, plunge into the depths of the book.