Ever since I was six, way back
when “going out” meant going cycling with a bunch of dungaree wearing neighbourhood
kids, there has been no other experience that I’ve enjoyed more than exploring
a bookstore. A bookstore is one of those places that physically and emotionally
affect all my senses in the most glorious indescribable ways.
Rows and rows and stacks of new,
crisp and colourful books. How gorgeous they feel under your touch, fresh pages
that have not been read yet and the smell of the pages and the print, all ready
to be given a home. Bookstores are rooms with endless possibilities and not a
single one has yet disappointed me. I would spend hours at one of them, going
through all the books that I could reach and fiddle with. The beauty perhaps
lay in the selection, my mind reeling with all the options I would select the
book that looked the prettiest, or had my favourite character or if I felt
adventurous, one that I had never heard of.
The habit still remains, only now
I love old bookstores too. A tattered book with yellowed pages are the ones
that carry history apart from the stories that the print itself tells you. If I
find one with a mysterious dedication on the front page, in a handwriting that
I will never know belongs to whom, that is a book that holds great pleasure for
me. A book lover has an addiction, I can vouch for that. Sometimes at night,
such an addict would lay awake in bed and have stupendous dreams of building in
their home a library that people from all the world over would travel to visit.
The reason why I have penned,
alright, “typed” the above thoughts is because I tried surfing through some
online bookstores to see if I can expand my addictions, experiment with some
new variations of the drug, you know, be wild! But unfortunately, the websites
don’t hold the same charm. I cannot feel the books, smell them or see them all
stacked up in a row or go through a tedious process of selection. I hope
someday soon, convenience gets the better of me and I actually do try one
out.
Oh the first bookstore looks so cute! There's one that looks exactly like this in Sydney.
ReplyDeleteIt looks French to me though
ReplyDeleteMakes me sad to think that college street in kolkata...wont look like overloaded/messy bookshelf anymore...with prehistoric/ultra-modern collection of books..those books probably will hv to suffocate in a chic AC room all well organized....and paired up like spoon and fork on a fancy dinner table....i loved this article...i can totally relate to it..
ReplyDeleteYou're right and College Street is truly an entirely different experience..I'm sure I could write at least 10 different articles on it alone
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