Bookworm silence….

Last night, both my children were reading, and when I asked them to go to bed, they pleaded repeatedly to be allowed more time to finish their books.

Being a bookworm myself, I could not deny them that pleasure, so motherhood took a backseat, and the book lover in me enjoyed their happiness at this unexpected treat.

When I was growing up, we lived in a modest house, in a joint family. At night, my sisters, grandma, aunt and I shared one room.

It was a cozy room, filled with comfy quilts, soft mattresses, my aunt’s knitting paraphernalia, my grandma’s prayer books and our entire collection of books. 


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Our Dad was very particular that the lights had to be switched off by 10.30 pm, unless we had exams (this, when we were older).  As any bookworm would agree, the joys of reading late into the night, without interruption, are indescribable.

Our grandma was usually asked to ensure that we followed the rules. But once my Dad went into his room, my sister and I would stuff pillows below the door, so that light wouldn’t escape from under. We would then read our books till late into the night, especially during our summer vacation. Our grandma’s pleas usually fell on deaf ears and we bribed her with lots of hugs, kisses and granddaughterly love; and it worked everytime.

She probably realized the joys of reading too, and wanted us to enjoy it. And right through the year, when the bright moon shone through the windows, or monsoon winds howled past,  or soft frost fell all around the countryside, we read on, falling in love with so many, many books.

I come back to the now. I pull out the book I’m currently reading, and savour this pleasurable bookworm silence.


31 thoughts on “Bookworm silence….”

  1. WE call my daughter the rude reader. We ask her to do something, or get ready but it’s very hard to get her to put her book down. You never think you will say the words “Will you stop reading already?” LOL. Of course she gets it from somewhere. I get very irritated if the kids aren’t in bed by 10 so I can just get my little time in to read before going to sleep.

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    1.’s in the genesπŸ˜†πŸ˜† Yes those precious few minutes before we wind down and your time is your own for those blissful minutes…can totally relate.

      As for the ‘rude reader’, I am a member of this club too..πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

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  2. Books surely transport one to another world!
    And I can totally relate to your experience to switch off the lights πŸ˜‰
    That was a beautiful write-up with a mix of nostalgia and humor. Enjoyed it !

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  3. My parents weren’t very strict about bedtime, but I still felt like I was getting away with something while reading over 1,000 pages of “Gone With The Wind”. Margarette Mitchell often left me captivated until 2 a.m .

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  4. I know the feeling… when I was small, it used to be difficult, because I used to love reading until 1-2 at night. But after getting my own room, things became much more fun. Those were days without computers or internet, and the only distraction was a good book.


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