The Story about that Bookshop

For a reader, a bookshop will be always a pilgrimage.

And just like that, they closed it. I could have written this but I can’t, to close a place like a bookshop which is a hoarder of stories, a collector of memories you need a big heart and lots of strength.

Maybe she must have cried before sleeping and hugged that pillow a bit harder. Maybe that email must have been sent, calls must have been made, pages must have littered the desk waiting to be cleared.

Those stars must have seen it all, the sleepless nights when she must have twisted in her bed and pulled those perfect words to tell her family. Maybe they knew about her decision because that’s the best thing which she could do.

But what about the readers like us, how will we cope, when we go to Khan Market in a few months and find that bookshop missing -

that narrow staircase which would lead us to colours, that Jammine fragrance, the many books stacked up and down, those tiny stools to sit and those footsteps of people from everywhere in that shop.

Later in that cafe where we would sit back and browse our thoughts while going through the books. Sipping the lemonade and reading the many stories happening there and that window which would show us the glimpse of the city.

For a writer like me, a page has been removed from her life, while I sit back and mourn for this loss, I wish them luck for a new place for dreamers like us.

A new place where we would feel safe from the world, whether there is a virus or not, a new space to unbox our dreams word by word. While I wait I pray for the readers like to me to cope with this loss. Full Circle Bookstore, Khan Market New Delhi you would be missed.