Sometimes one discovers a gold mine by chance and I have been lucky to discover one at my home itself.
As the semester break is quite long, I really do not have anything constructive to do sitting at home apart from occassional experiment in the kitchen. Just to keep myself away from the unbearable TV sitcoms, I picked up a book randomly from the book shelf. We have a goldmine of books at home as I am married to a man who would probably survive without food but not without book.
Over these years, he has been able to gather an enviable collection of books and those are his most prized possessions. He even feels disappointed when I throw the weekly magazines in the bin which comes with the newspaper!
I have remained an addict to old bengali classics which my father collected for me and only for me (he does not have the habit of reading much except the daily newspaper). My father takes care of that precious goldmine painstakingly back home.
During these past years,life was quite a struggle in terms of managing a job, two small kids, a household almost single handedly as my husband's job kept him away from the base most of the time. I really didnot have time to read apart from academic books as part of my job of a professor. I used to make up for the lost time whenever I visited my parents place where my father would keep track of every new book and buy a copy for me!
During my years of growing up, I was never exposed to the writing of foreign authors partly because of vastness of Bengali literature and partly because of lack of culture.
Two days ago when I reluctantly started to read the book I picked up from the bookshelf, I didnot have slightest of hint, that I would love reading the book so much that I had to skip the cooking for lunch today!
I ran my fingers over the books so lovingly and I felt guilty that I have never given them a chance to be my companion when I miss my husband so much during his long tours.
I will always miss him whenever is away on long tours but now onwards, I will feel him next to me when the kids are asleep and I am enjoying writing of his favourite author or may be mine.
Happy reading all of my friends! Sometimes we only need to open our eyes and look around - so many doors open which lead us to absolute bliss and happiness.
As the semester break is quite long, I really do not have anything constructive to do sitting at home apart from occassional experiment in the kitchen. Just to keep myself away from the unbearable TV sitcoms, I picked up a book randomly from the book shelf. We have a goldmine of books at home as I am married to a man who would probably survive without food but not without book.
Over these years, he has been able to gather an enviable collection of books and those are his most prized possessions. He even feels disappointed when I throw the weekly magazines in the bin which comes with the newspaper!
I have remained an addict to old bengali classics which my father collected for me and only for me (he does not have the habit of reading much except the daily newspaper). My father takes care of that precious goldmine painstakingly back home.
During these past years,life was quite a struggle in terms of managing a job, two small kids, a household almost single handedly as my husband's job kept him away from the base most of the time. I really didnot have time to read apart from academic books as part of my job of a professor. I used to make up for the lost time whenever I visited my parents place where my father would keep track of every new book and buy a copy for me!
During my years of growing up, I was never exposed to the writing of foreign authors partly because of vastness of Bengali literature and partly because of lack of culture.
Two days ago when I reluctantly started to read the book I picked up from the bookshelf, I didnot have slightest of hint, that I would love reading the book so much that I had to skip the cooking for lunch today!
I ran my fingers over the books so lovingly and I felt guilty that I have never given them a chance to be my companion when I miss my husband so much during his long tours.
I will always miss him whenever is away on long tours but now onwards, I will feel him next to me when the kids are asleep and I am enjoying writing of his favourite author or may be mine.
Happy reading all of my friends! Sometimes we only need to open our eyes and look around - so many doors open which lead us to absolute bliss and happiness.
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