Starmark. G block, city centre. So many times I had visited the mall, but never did I walk into the book store. Unfortunate I was. Now, I understand. The red posters of Women's Day messages like "No one can make you feel inferior without your permission" (I think I am not misquoting the quotes!) were still shining bright. They made me feel better. Ma was with me that day. Transparent doors (was it Gautier?) welcomed us. What struck me first was Gulzar, not in flesh and blood but his new book on lyrics...and the song that came to my mind..."Tere bina zindagi se koi, shikwa toh nehi..."Yes, the cover page was so apt, it was Gulzar with his patent spectacles and crisp white kurta, wah kya ada hain janab:). The next moment, the book was in my hand and I flipped through the pages. The left hand pages had the hindi lyrics and the right had English. For all Gulzar fans, the book is worth a read even if you don't have the money to buy. And needless to say, a gift for someone you love.
I took a right turn and moved ahead to a section where some more books were neatly shelved. I was surprised. All my favourites were there...short stories of O Henry, self help books, all of Paulo Coelho's, autobiographies of Diana, Nehru and many more. All those kept me standing till I stopped at "COMEBACK 2.0, Up, CLOSE AND PERSONAL, LANCE ARMSTRONG, PHOTOGRAPHS BY ELIZABETH KREUTZ"...it's true that a picture speaks thousand words. Time stopped and I pulled the wooden chair and rested myself to delve into the book. Each page had a photo with a few lines written as captions. It was Lance, Lance and Lance everywhere. My eyes moved from the left page to the right, there were colour photos and black and whites too. The not-so-appealing black and whites impressed me. They had the intensity which colours don't portray. The ride was smooth and Lance hooked me with his zeal. He reminded me of the man who spoke about him years ago. And tears rolled down my eyes. Like dew drops, they dropped on the pages leaving a soggy spot.