The Walk

One fine evening

I was walking in the woods…

Thick and green, on a tiny trail…

It had been walked through for years yet there were so many paths that diverged from it.

I kept walking on my own created path..

Several animals came by…

The deer’s chasing each other, black bears walking back to their shelter.

The cranes catching their last meal, a hare hopping to his den..

I looked up and saw two stars, shining bright in the sky,

As if giving me company on this lonely night

The road became narrow and steep at places.

With all its curves and bends..

And some paths led to dead end too..

All I knew was how the destination was supposed to be..

The mountain people had told me that the trail could take any amount of time.

So I used my supplies sparingly.

At times I found corpses of those who could not make it

That shuddered my spine and gave me a chill..

And the only warmth I got was from the two stars that travelled with me.

As the paths got curvy it was difficult to see beyond few meters,

I asked for strength from God.

And I walked and walked

Through the dense trees, disappearing in the fog.

At the far end, I saw my destination.

Someone was waiting for me, ready to guide me into my next journey

And I realized I did not have time to look carefully at my destination.

The next journey was waiting for me

And I looked up in the sky

Two stars shone bright over me

And I smiled….

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Pune to San Jose: Cherishing the Library Fervor

“Ooooh, Agatha Christie!”

A huge exclamation, enough to startle my Man of the house and embarrass him as I spot my favorite author’s books. It’s our first visit to the Public library near our home and I am already behaving like a 12 year old kid.  Rows and rows of books, the quietness comparable to a church, the familiar smell from old novels have always thrilled me.

Weekly visits to the almost 200 year old Pune Club library were our family tradition. Every Saturday-Sunday, I would wear my frilly frock, comb my hair into two pony tails and eagerly wait for my parents to take me to the library. The library was able to feed my voracious appetite for reading – works by authors like Enid Blyton and Ruskin Bond, Malgudi Days, Chicken Soup for the Soul, Classics like David Copperfield, Treasure Island filled my imagination. And once I got exhausted of children’s section, I started raiding the shelves for Agatha Christie’s, Jean Sasson, Robert Ludlum’s.

Then I grew up and Boards exams took over my time. I had a brief clash with library again when I worked as a Student Assistant in my Grad school library. Interacting with students and alumni and discussing their taste in literature while helping them checkout books felt less like a job and more of recreation.

Now I am a grown up full time working women. I have finally found that time to be delighted by hours spent roving in the stacks.

The best thing I have liked about America is the free access to the Public libraries and their presence in every area. It’s easier to become a member of these libraries than it is pass the DMV test or open a bank account.  I have seen good quality of books ranging from fiction to nonfiction, history, finance and huge separate kid’s sections too. These libraries allow patrons to travel the world, encounter countless adventures and solve murder mysteries all housed under the same roof. The Internet, eBooks haven’t yet replaced the traditional sanctity of libraries and I dread the day they will.

Even today, it’s still the weight of the book that calms me, the feel of the paper under my fingertips as I turn the page that grabs me. The libraries help me foster my love for the written word and encourage my curiosity. And today as I tuck in my new find “The Book Thief” by Markus Zusak, I feel my life is complete.