Overflowing bookshelves


Most days, we allow our lives to flow along, performing everyday chores and keeping our appointments.  Then again, some days, we wake up with a sense of purpose, where we plough through tasks and chores methodically, and feel a strong sense of achievement at the end of the day.

Yesterday, was such a day for me.  I woke up with a clear sense of purpose.  The list of tasks was long, but manageable. So, I wrote it out on my notepad.  I  decided to work my way down the list, not for a moment doubting my strong will power or its ability to drive me to task completion. Enough said.

The first chore on my list was – ‘Clean the two bookshelves’.  See, I had it clearly stated – half the battle won.  Each of these  bookshelves has four racks. Each of these eight racks is crammed with books, and more books.  The books, poor souls, have no breathing space.  I  wanted to give them some respite from being smothered by words!

I first took down all the books from the shelves.  And then, the fun started.  I dusted each one, and sorted them into piles – Must have, Can go, Not sure!  But each time I sorted a book, I flipped through its pages, and sat down cross-legged, just to jog my memory. Aha, the sheer pleasure of reading, surrounded by books.  Soon, I was nose deep in Ayn Rand and R.K.Narayan, Hilary Mantel and Amitav Ghosh.  Time tip-toed around me, giving me complete ownership of those moments of bliss.  I made a mug of coffee for myself (after all, how can reading ever be complete without coffee!).

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The children have their term break, so when they saw me busy with the books, they sifted through their own, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Lord of the Rings, Amelia Jane, Jungle Book, Noddy, Malory Towers and many, many comics.  They refused to part with any of their books.  They suddenly wanted to re-read all of them.

So, to cut a long story short, all books went back to their shelves, clean and comfortable.  I hope they love being in our bookshelves as much as we love having them with us.

I shelved my chores and settled down to read.

A Muggle Spell


Both my children are voracious readers, my son, more so.  Many years ago my daughter went through the Harry Potter phase, and our home echoed with Potter stories and spells.

My son is now going through the same phase. His Muggle world is filled with the many exciting possibilities of magic and spells.

He has fashioned a magic wand made out of paper, for himself. The gleam of joy in his eyes is priceless.

His sister threatens to tell him the plot much before he has read them, in the way only siblings can irritate each other.

So, a few days ago, my husband and I had to be away for the whole day. The kids were happy at their grampa’s.

Just so that the two did not end up troubling their grandparents too much, I asked my daughter to take care of her brother and generally ensure that they did not fight over anything and nothing.

My daughter smiled.

My son said, “No mom, you don’t know what she’s like when you make her the boss.”

My husband and I were in splits, as my son whipped out his paper wand and said, “I need a spell for protection – PROTEGO.