Unexpected joy in a kid’s storybook
Sometimes little joys arrive in the most unexpected ways. During an official trip to Bangalore, I planned to meet a school friend before heading to the airport. She has a seven-year-old son and I wanted to take something for him. I looked at toys but wasn’t sure what he liked. A friend who has an eight-year-old suggested something simple — books. That sounded like a good idea. With his help I picked three books, including one by Sudha Murty and another by Ruskin Bond . Later that night, before leaving, I casually opened one of the books. The cover page somehow caught my attention and I started reading. Soon I found myself completely absorbed in it — almost like a child again. The stories reminded me of my grandmother. She lived far away while I was growing up, so I never really heard many stories from her. Yet while reading those pages, I strangely felt as if I was listening to her. The next day my friend arrived a little late at the coffee shop. Surprisingly, ...