Sony, my dearest, loves his books more than me.... Grrrr.... After Nescafe with lots of sugar and no milk, rice and sambhar; omelette and pazhampori, the next best thing he lives for is his books... I guess I should list them in the reverse order of importance.
His library is the sanctum sanctorum in our house. Not that we cannot enter without cleansing ourselves (though having clean hands is a must to qualify to touch any of his books), somehow his books just can’t lie!
Yup, they betray our every attempt to flick a book or two. Call it the seventh sense, he knows exactly what was where; and Ri and I try and wipe off every trace of doubt that we were there. It’s not that we fear treading into his domain; it’s just that we can’t figure out how he can sense we did. I wish he could sense the same with his personal accessories!
I envy the sparkle of his shelves, the neat rows of books all wrapped in the same kind of paper. None of them named, but he knows exactly what books they are. It has intrigued me how he does it. How he codes and decodes it. Probably it sinks into the psyche when one is so passionate about teaching. He says I can bequeath my gold to my girls and he will bequeath his treasure to his princesses... Hmm... wonder which weighs more!
On our recent visit to Abad Nucleus, a new mall that’s quite the talk of the town, he waited patiently while I surfed through the neatly folded kurtas at my favourite designer outlet, FabIndia. An hour to us, Ria and I were mighty pleased. I picked my favourite colours and tried them on comfortably with Ri and Ji shooting comments in the three-side mirrored trial room. Ji was interested in her reflection, not one or two, but six at once. Funny faces and loud laughter filled the tiny cubicle and Ria had to control ji and be the clothes stand at the same time... Quite a responsibility indeed!
Once we were out, we hit straight for DC books. A splendid outlet indeed after the spacious one DC has near Ernakulam YMCA. I thought I would have my train of followers as I did at FabIndia. But lady luck was with Sony. Ria and Jia were as serious as grown-ups searching for books. They followed him first to the kids counter and then his zone. It was pin drop silence and mind you no one asked for it. A bored me, I was left with just myself and my cell-phone. And yes, i did what i always love to do if im not shopping.... click click click! At-least I could get my book-worm and kids in the same frame.
Touchwood! They sure look as colourful as the bright books on the never ending rows of books. Honestly, I never knew book shops are meant for bonding. Now I do!
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| Sony, Ri and Ji at DC Books, Abad Nucleus on a beautiful Sunday in January 2011. |
Sony, my dearest, loves his books more than me.... Grrrr.... After Nescafe with lots of sugar and no milk, rice and sambhar; omelette and pazhampori, the next best thing he lives for is his books... I guess I should list them in the reverse order of importance.
His library is the sanctum sanctorum in our house. Not that we cannot enter without cleansing ourselves (though having clean hands is a must to qualify to touch any of his books), somehow his books just can’t lie!
Yup, they betray our every attempt to flick a book or two. Call it the seventh sense, he knows exactly what was where; and Ri and I try and wipe off every trace of doubt that we were there. It’s not that we fear treading into his domain; it’s just that we can’t figure out how he can sense we did. I wish he could sense the same with his personal accessories!
I envy the sparkle of his shelves, the neat rows of books all wrapped in the same kind of paper. None of them named, but he knows exactly what books they are. It has intrigued me how he does it. How he codes and decodes it. Probably it sinks into the psyche when one is so passionate about teaching. He says I can bequeath my gold to my girls and he will bequeath his treasure to his princesses... Hmm... wonder which weighs more!
On our recent visit to Abad Nucleus, a new mall that’s quite the talk of the town, he waited patiently while I surfed through the neatly folded kurtas at my favourite designer outlet, FabIndia. An hour to us, Ria and I were mighty pleased. I picked my favourite colours and tried them on comfortably with Ri and Ji shooting comments in the three-side mirrored trial room. Ji was interested in her reflection, not one or two, but six at once. Funny faces and loud laughter filled the tiny cubicle and Ria had to control ji and be the clothes stand at the same time... Quite a responsibility indeed!
Once we were out, we hit straight for DC books. A splendid outlet indeed after the spacious one DC has near Ernakulam YMCA. I thought I would have my train of followers as I did at FabIndia. But lady luck was with Sony. Ria and Jia were as serious as grown-ups searching for books. They followed him first to the kids counter and then his zone. It was pin drop silence and mind you no one asked for it. A bored me, I was left with just myself and my cell-phone. And yes, i did what i always love to do if im not shopping.... click click click! At-least I could get my book-worm and kids in the same frame.
Touchwood! They sure look as colourful as the bright books on the never ending rows of books. Honestly, I never knew book shops are meant for bonding. Now I do!
