"I want to buy more books!" I told Mom while I scanned
through my collection of books at her place. She has been insisting me to take
these books to my ‘home’. This isn't a small collection of Novels I am talking
about. It’s much, enough to tell my mom that it’s a test of our relationship. The
space these books take up is the space she gives me in her heart. Not that my
current home doesn't have space to accommodate them but I need space for more
books!!! But this post isn't about books and space they occupy and how Kindle
is answer to my problems; it is about what my mom said after that -
"But, now you
are writing your own book, why do you
need more books?"
I never told
mom that I am writing a novel. My family doesn't even know what book I am writing;
neither do my close knit circle of friends - friends who attended my wedding.
We don't hold such discussions. I don't tell them what are my character's
dilemma are or what new catastrophe my protagonist is facing. I don’t, I am too
shy to hold such discussions.
But one day, out of the blue I will be ready. The cover design
will be in place. The draft would be final and edited. That day I will shout
from top of the voice, from top of my building terrace - The book is Ready!
Please read. That day someone is going to tell me what my mom said -
"Do we need
more books?"
That day I
will sulk. I will rant about people want my work to be free. At least that
day is not today.
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