Libraries are beautiful storehouses of magic. Yes, I choose the word magic. Sometimes when I walk into an unorganised library I am happy. It means every book I pick is serendipitous. I remember that is how I found myself two autographed books (in Blossoms obviously).
Sometimes unorganised libraries take you to new fantasy lands. But most importantly that is how I discover authors.
Today, I walked into British Library to return three books I had borrowed. I wanted to not borrow any books as I have a huge unread pile at home. But the aisles filled with magic called out to me. I gave in to their call and wandered aimlessly in the fiction section.
Till I found Luka and the fire of life by Rushdie. Yes, serendipity it was. I flipped through a few pages and finally gave in. I have now added Luka to my already growing pile of books. Sigh!
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