Besides Books

To promote Haruki Murakami’s The Strange Library, its publishers conducted a little fun activity online. They encouraged readers to share pictures of stuff in their libraries — of course, the stuff besides books. I couldn’t find time to participate then. But, I managed to click some pictures last Sunday. It was really fun. 🙂

IMG_20151030_002508I was once arm-twisted into participating in a Tamil poetry-writing competition. I wrote a deplorable, sanctimonious poem on debauchery, responsibilities, India’s economy, and many more random stuff. I am sure the jury was drunk. Or, that was the first time they judged a Tamil poem. They gave me the first prize. *shakes head in disbelief* 😉
IMG_20151030_002714I am a compulsive hoarder of all things dogs. 😀IMG_20151030_002751IMG_20151030_002849IMG_20151030_002820Monica Holloway, the author of this poignant book called Cowboy and Wills, conducted a writing competition. Participants were asked to write a 200-word story about their pets. I wrote something about my dog Calvin, and won an autographed copy of her book, a soft-toy (the miniature of Cowboy), and this silver bone. 🙂

IMG_20151030_002950 I sojourned in the UK for a while, and my cousin got this cute souvenir for me. Keshav. That’s the elephant’s name. Know more about Keshav here.IMG_20151030_003019 That Zennish look of Buddha… Ah!

IMG_20151030_003055 Almost five years ago, I had lost a keychain at work. It was found, and given to me a month ago (a week after my Calvin passed away). I almost said ‘no’ when I was asked if it was mine, for I couldn’t believe that things come back to us after so many years. When I ran my fingers on the tag, I felt too overwhelmed. And, the time it reached me… Get it? What an extraordinary coincidence! But, to me, who loves Marquez and Murakami, that moment was ‘magically real’. ❤
And, I wonder how many such heartwarming, memorable traces we leave behind.
 IMG_20151030_002921A little something that reflects my frequently displayed mood. 😉

IMG_20151030_003126 My nephew went to Disneyland. So, I got this. After he moved to the USA, we have been writing to each other regularly. The 9-year-old boy writes about everything that fascinates him. He once wrote a postcard fiction. About a boy, who rode a horse, went on a roller-coaster, jumped into a pool, and lost his life accidentally. My nephew had narrated it in first person. I still don’t know why he chose a sad ending. But, it was memorable. I read it over and over again. Words were misspelt. Grammar was haywire. It was a story all the same. My little boy could imagine and write a story!

IMG_20151030_003154My best friend got this for me from Dubai. Whenever I think of her, I am reminded of this passage from Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451.

“We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over.”   IMG_20151030_003253 My sister doesn’t wait for an occasion to pamper her favourite folks. She keeps sending presents. When I asked her why she chose to send me this lovely handmade bookmark for no reason, she said, “One doesn’t need a reason to make a loved one feel special.” I ❤ her.

IMG_20151030_003325Cats are awesome. Period. 😀 And this passage from Neil Gaiman’s Coraline is awesome too.

“‘We… we could be friends, you know,’ said Coraline.
‘We could be rare specimens of an exotic breed of African dancing elephants,’ said the cat. ‘But we’re not. At least,” it added cattily, after darting a brief look on Coraline, ‘I’m not.'”

IMG_20151030_004009My sister sent this mug because she thinks I look like this Crazy Dog Woman. I didn’t disagree. 😉
IMG_20151030_003858 Not because I love Marks & Spencer. Not because I love Scottish Shortbreads. Only because I love the dog, the stout man, and the vintage red phone-booth.  IMG_20151030_003222 I wish I could fill my room with hundreds of vials. Sigh! Oh, I adore Winnie The Pooh. It’s one of my favourite books. And, I love this quote:
“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” IMG_20151030_002636

Calvin’s collar — my best treasure — takes my bookshelf’s pride of place. ❤

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11 thoughts on “Besides Books

      1. Hmmm… extreme situations warrant extreme measures. If you do not share the said poem (because of shy coming), then I shall have to unleash my terrible singing on you. Beware!
        Note: I am the uncontested Cacophonix of my extended family.

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  1. What a sweet write up! I am a nostalgimaniac (made it up) and this really makes me miss the bookshelf back home. I love your little trinkets, especially the cat woman badge, the bone and the bookmark, not to mention the scraps of story that go with all of them. Can I borrow your idea for the post? 🙂

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