So there we were..me and my friends on a quick runaway from the ever dreading painful campus..to my home sweet home..and Calcutta..
And, being a book lover and having friends who share the same passion..off we went to college street at our earliest opportunity..
A very usual concept of haggling and shouting and everything that follows to pull off a smart one..which acts both ways..cause the shopkeeper doesn't want to let you rip him off..and you don't want to get ripped off by the shopkeeper..more like a viscious circle..
Then a rare book by Virginia Woolf was picked up by one of my friends..and as we opened the book inside it was written in a hasty fashion...
"Sheela,
Sorry for being late again..
Love always,
Rishi.
20.02.28".
It was then that it occurred to me that may be the lucky couple made it through and got married and passed away and their books got sold off by their children, may be they broke up and she sold it off or gave it away or gave it back to him. Millions of possibilities..May be it was the n'th time that the book was getting sold..God knows how and where the book is going to end up..But it will always bear the memoir of the fact that it was given by "Rishi" to "Sheela"..forever and for always...
A gift that will stand all by itself forever and for always...The perfect gift..cause one always looks for the various gifts that could be brought so that they always have never lose it..untampered by time..and somehow i turned glad for all the books that I'd ever got as gifts..cause they are now and forever.. "Eternally mine"...
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