The bookseller who thought otherwise! A new chapter
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"I wish I could have street food everyday. Just like school days!" I said as I was finishing my bowl of Sambar. "I don't think you need to, guessing from your watch, and the way you described your work earlier. You seem an important staff member of a large organization, if I am not wrong." , "Yes Baba! But that is the thing, half the time I am frustrated, working under pressure of sorts. And the kind of living working class like me expect involves eating at restaurants. So, the fun is gone somehow!", The bookseller smiled at me, "Son, our nature is such that none of us is satisfied with our living. Most of us share problems with near and dear ones, hope to find a solution of some kind.", I nodded. "But you, you must eat food like this everyday.", "Yes, I do but it is not exciting or fun, believe me!".
I burst out laughing. " Then what does excite you?", A sigh followed as the bookseller continued, "I think the day when I read a worthy book, which offers me something, an emotion or thrill or maybe just a satirical on some famous person's life! The next day I wake up fresh, willing to read more!", "And what about your family?" I added. "Yes they are fine! They bear with me to say the truth.", "I am a bachelor myself and I rarely meet with my parents to be honest.", I smiled back at him for the first time, felt like we were getting somewhere with the conversation. "Well, take my advice, you should more often! Only if you are not completely engaged among your group of friends all the time." , "I will think about it! But, its completely a choice, nothing right or wrong about it!"
"Sure, but that is how it is. Your choices make you the person you are." he started laughing and told me to take it lightly, his advice that is. " Baba, I'll get going!" I said as I realized that it had stopped raining. " Son, try to enjoy your work more! And don't forget to meet your parents. Lastly, I can suggest you another book that you can read sometime later!" he laughed. What I realized was though I was better off financially, Baba enjoyed his work, and had an art of bookselling to say the least.