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That man with books and a cup of tea contd…..


(this part is to be taken as part of chapter one only and not as the second chapter. This is a continuation)

“Okay but what about my skirt?” asked the anxious girl.

” Hmmm….right but what I was thinking is that since you are very fond of reading, how about I buy some books for you instead of a skirt? I mean it’s just a suggestion. You see a skirt might make you look more beautiful but a book, my friend, will make you feel more beautiful. Rest….is your choice?” replied the man

‘How can absent- minded people be so smart,’ thought the girl and after a brief pause of roughly five minutes agreed to his suggestion, “You win. I will let you buy me some books.”

“Hey, it’s not about winning or losing. It was about a simple choice you made and I am not a judgmental kind of a person. So, Hauz Khas Village here we come.”

“Smart ass he is,” the girl whispered but it was loud enough for him to hear.

“Thank you mademoiselle,” smiled the man.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to say that but had you told me before that you are not judgmental…I might as well have chosen the skirt,” retorted the girl.

“Hahahha,” the man burst out laughing. ” so do you make decisions according to how the other person would perceive you as, not from your heart?”

“Well decisions should be made with brains and brain alone, not from your heart. Yes and I like everybody do think that what other is thinking about me,” answered the nervous girl.

” Not quite everybody thinks that way buddy, some people live with their heart and are quite satisfied with it.”



That man with books and a cup of tea


The sunshine of the beautiful Spring morning fell graciously upon Delhi town. Out in Connaught place the warmth seemed to infuse into daily walkers, the newspaper hawker, young and old lovers, the policeman among many others. The otherwise grumpy old man tipped the chai wala generously, the coffee shop guy put the extra creme in the coffee cup of a trendy North Eastern lady. This shriveled beggar approached the task of trying to persuade perfect strangers to bear the burden of their maintenance with that optimistic vim which makes all the difference. It was strange yet happy morning!

But this girl who looked eighteen but was actually twenty two, was in no mood of imbibing that brightness, that joie di vivre. It was as if she took a flight from Mars like a perfect stranger- lonely and lost yet curious. So, she walked aimlessly humming Bob Dylan’s Mr. Tambourine Man, when she banged into somebody not quite the man with a tambourine but a man with three books and a cup of tea.

“I am awfully sorry ma’am,” said this book man.

“Look you Mr. absent minded, What you did to my white chicken cloth skirt, it’s all brown now- because of your yucky tea. Already, I am uncomfortable in this strange little town and you have made it worse.”

“Tell me how can I make it better for you?”

“By buying a new skirt for me for starters.”

It was maybe her figure of speech or her angry expression that made him laugh hard and this infuriated her. But he was smart enough to cut her off in between and suggested an idea.

“Okay I am buying you a new skirt,” said the book man with a look that expressed, “Wow! I have got this new experiment to deal with.” He was amused yet little scared by this petite girl.

It was a scary although exciting proposition but she walked with this polite book and tea man and she carried mountains of heavy thoughts that made her more nervous than having been caught by her dad stealing his Glenfidditch and her class twelve board exams.

“I think I should go or maybe I should walk with him. This is Delhi after all.”

Seeing her nervous the man asked,” Why are you so scared and nervous?”

Does this man happens to have an X Ray vision. “No I am not nervous….haha nervous who me? I was wondering what books are you reading,” she replied trying to find a common interest.

“Okay one is PG Wodehouse, Jeeves novel if you heard of it…very funny, this one is by John McEnroe- the tennis star and the third one is by Gurucharan Das- India Unbound.

“Oh I have read India Unbound and enjoyed it. Mr. Das is one of the few Indian authors who writes so well and Jeeves is my absolute favourite. I love tennis and wouldn’t mind reading the legendary John Mcenroe’s book, I have read Andre Agassi and Rafael Nadal’s,” she replied excitedly.

“Hmm quite a tennis lover you are… So what do you do?

“I seriously do nothing as of now. I am looking to work somewhere, probably I want to get into the marketing field.. What do you do?”

“I, well don’t laugh but I work in a bookstore.”

She let out a whistle hearing this- the whistle that would have made Audrey Hepburn’s in Breakfast at Tiffany’s sound less significant. “Wow! I like the company of book lovers, so where is your shop? I must visit it some time. Are these your books?”

“Yes these are all mine. Come to my bookstore today, it is at Hauz Khas village.”