That time of the year is here again when my consumption of tea multiplies many fold. Autumn is here, ‘can Winter be far behind?’. The nights give that chilly, goosebumpby feeling. I sink in my bed often, with a cuppa of hot tea just made by Mummy- at any time of the day, this is one thing she never refuses to do for me. The tea has a very soft effect on my mouth, it has been infused with cardamom and ginger, used oft in Indian households as natural warmth-inducers. Yes, so, where was I? Ah, I was sinking in my bed with an ideal cup of tea- with, of course, a book in one hand. The tea gives me a high and I embark on a journey where I travel through pages to discover many unknown lands and lives. How do I describe to you the softness such moments render time- the effect is similar to the hand of a supple girl fondling a fur coat.
Hold your breath, Reader, as I am going to share many of such moments with you here. I will confide in you the details of my readings and talk to you about many, many books- promise me you’d read them too. Or if you won’t, you would at least leave a word or two.
Cakes come in all flavours, shapes and sizes- blueberryheartstrawberryroundvanillarectangularwalnutchocolatetruffle trianglebanoffecheesecakelemon. At a typical tea party, one would have tea with cakes (no milk, ppplease!). Well, I’d have it with books. But then, cakes do form an important part of my ‘gastronomical imagination’. Believe me, I have tried a hand at baking, only to fail miserably. So, I treat myself occasionally. Seeing a bakery at a distance is signal enough for me to run to that corner of the street and buy cupcakes asap. My dream is, trying to have all the three things together, one day.
My dream for long has also been to have a space where I can share what I gained from my reading sessions with kindred spirits from places far and wide. In my milieu, reading is a habit that usually doesn’t go beyond super-fast Chetan Bhagat mundane sagas. Though I have nothing against them, it does become repetitive. Or often, there is a complete absence of the reading habit. When I talk about books, acquaintances often look at me as if I were a sea-green Martian who would burst into a pool of sticky blue blood any moment. Dieu merci, there are some dear soul who have been kind enough to heed my existence and with whom I share the biggest passion of my life- literature. Come, Reader, I am sure you will be happy to become a part of them. I have laid an exquisite mahogany tea-table for you. We’ll talk about books over tea and cupcakes. Would you like some sugar?