My Reading Corner

22-05-2015

This is my little work corner at home.

I read, write, think, reflect and sometimes just sit there quietly.

I guess that I am only a little older than this table. Amma got it made a little after I was born.

My father sat at it. When he was out of town, I used to sit at it and read the books he used to read. I hardly understood them those days. But I went on. And it was at this table began my relationship with reading and writing; with books and pens; and pencils and papers.

I sit in this corner every night. A few hours if I am home early. At least a few minutes if I get home late. But sit there, I will.

I love it. I think it also loves me.

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