Beautiful long hair, golden hoops, sarees that spoke elan and a speed that never ceased to surprise me. My evenings were spent at her place -- exploring her daughter's (who went on to become one of my close aides) sticker collections, books and the kind of stationery that left me awestruck. Her son soon became my go to 'project manager', quite literally. Once, he spent hours drawing a 'hand' for me on a chart paper. It was a school project that I couldn't pull off well myself thanks to my scary human sketches. Well, it didn't stop at chart paper. He also ensured that it was stuck neatly on a cardboard sheet, coloured to such perfection that it could for a moment look as if someone had clicked a picture and stuck to the cardboard. My first set of formal wear came from her daughter. My love for books grew at their place. I am sure both her children spent quite a fortune on me while I was growing up -- by buying me knick knacks to things I still c...
The blogger here is a book lover who swears by books to keep a dull day at bay. When life isn't humorous, she tries to be. When it backfires, she ducks under a book. Proceed with caution. You may trip on a book.