So I am at the jaipur airport and the flight gets delayed by 2 hours and majority of my time goes in the bookstore, it is a small shop in the shape of a rectangle and all the books are shabbily kept, but hey, I wasn’t complaining. I finalised on 2 books, one of them was for a class I took that semester: An introduction to Indian Philosophy. And the other one became the best book I bought on the entire trip. Here’s the thing, I associate the places I’ve been to, the trips, to the books that I buy in that particular place. The genre does not matter, but I have this overwhelming urge to purchase a book to remember that moment in that particular place when I buy it. Being a literature festival kind of a trip I bought 9 books and surprisingly the best book I bought was found at the airport.“In other words” by Jhumpa Lahiri is a book I’d heard about but did not bother buying because I felt like the time was never right. And this time around I actually bought it right before leaving for Pune. I finished it the evening I started it, not because it was full of suspense or something like that but because sometimes some books just speak the language your soul. 3 pages into the book and I felt like I just made the best decision of the year already. It was like just the book and I, were the only ones at the airport, the pages were coming alive and I was having a heart-warming conversation. Does it ever happen to you that you watch a movie, listen to a song, see a painting or read a book and just feel so content, so full? Like at least, for a while you won’t need anything else because every time you feel like you’re missing something you can just read a few chapters from that book? Listen to that song on repeat?
This form of art made me want to reconnect with something that I lost touch with for a while now. It reminded me of why I started something that I was passionate about in the first.Maybe this was the most appropriate time for me to find and read this book.