The half-read books.
There are a couple dozen books in my makeshift-shelf. Lying there gathering a layer of dust with each passing day.
There was a time before I came to bangalore when I’d usually finish books in one sittings or in a couple of days. And then I became lazier than I was before.
If I envy any kind of people, then it is the bibliophiles. You are the kind who makes me want to become a wannabe, and feel good about it. People who read are the best people. Sadly, no matter how much I try, I just haven’t been able to get back to my old run-rate.
I take them over to my vacations and they come back with me. On days, when I’m not cycling to work, and I take Uber, I even keep them in my bag. And yet, all I do is, look out from the window and dive into my reveries.
There was a time when I’d be broke and not able to buy books and yet I was hungry for more. And now, at least at the start of the month, I’m not broke and I even buy those books, but all i do is scrape through a handful of pages and switch on the next “exciting” tv series.
Although, I do plan to start reading one (re-start) after finishing this episode of Suits.
The Books: “Yea, Right!”