The Old Bookshop

As I walk into the old bookshop I travel to the past like in a time machine, I see the old yellowish pages not aromatic like the new ones some folded , some covered well. Each book that I hold, tries to tell me a story or maybe many , stories they have witnessed around … Continue reading The Old Bookshop

Around the books

That match on tinder, And arrival of my book on that day Was just coincidence. That description of myself And your line  that you too are in the same zone, Talking about books we were reading And your book recommendations for me. And then, All was started with two books One was mine and others … Continue reading Around the books