after wanting to do it for almost 15years i did it today. i walked into the library across my street and registered.
on impulse, i brought back two books .
Shalimar the Clown - Rushdie
Waiting for the Mahatma - RK Narayan
ps:
my mind was talking to me when i walked home with the books. it told me in a decided voice -'i can live without a girl for sometime, but not a book'. rather i guess its about the book, the author talking to me... keeping me intellectual company. Whatever!
