Parcel...

The day began as any other. Long discussions and numerous arguments about what work to do and how to do it. And there was me- trying to absorb all the relevant information while filtering out the mundane. Many hours later I got the time to check my over-flowing inbox. 

Something caught my eye: A mail about collecting a courier. I ignored it - deducing it to be a brochure of the many colleges that I had applied to. After all, I had my work for the day cut out for me. The long discussions had to be put to "billable efforts". I forgot all about the mail and got neck-deep into work.

Afternoon came- and with it came the reminder to collect the courier. Deciding to get it over with, I went to the mail-room. And there it was. Wrapped in a white-and-yellow glossy polythene. The things I had ordered about a week back but had totally forgotten about it because of the grueling office hours. My face broke into a huge grin and I could not wait to sign for it and tear it open to see the contents with my own eyes.   

I got out of the mail-room as soon as possible and ripped open the parcel. Ripped open the gift-wrapping even faster. And finally saw my contents. The glossy cover. The smell of the pages. The anticipation of the story.

Yes. My two books were finally delivered today. The first time ever I did online-shopping for the books.

And the feeling of holding an yet-unread book: Priceless!

Can't wait to start "The Shiva Trilogy" by Amish Tripathi

Yes. I am a book-worm and proud of it!