Is it all about a good book?
Soumyabrata Gupta wonders if in the face of electronic gadgets and e-books, paperbacks and hard covers are losing their charm.
One of my dearest dreams is to gaze at the top of fir and elm trees while reclining down on a wooden armchair in some distant hill station. In my dreams I am always with a book of poetry by Keats or the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda or even Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude in one hand (and a glass of red wine in the other) while the light from an aesthetically etched lamp shade offers enough luminescence for me to read the immortal verses or the serpentine prose. The light is never too overpowering as to take the subtlety away from the starry night or my idyllic dream.