The winter in this hill station has a deceptive look. It is bright and sunny all through the day and yet it is bone-chilly even if you protect yourself with warm cloths. The only remedy is to make yourself active. As usual, I went out for a brisk walk and returned home at lunch time.
As soon as I finished my lunch, I went to bed, newspaper in hand and soon I fell asleep. It was a sort of cat-nap and, as usual, I was craving for a cup of coffee as soon as I woke up.
It is quite interesting to read something over a cup of coffee after siesta but I make sure not to read the sleep-inducing newspapers at such time. So, I pickup some books or some old journals from the bookshelf and settle down on my bed to commence what I call ‘the random reading’ on this day, it was a book which seemed to be standing in a long queue for my blessings.!
“Eureka, Eureka”, I said to myself when I opened the book. It was a gift from an up-and-coming singer in our family. The book is about the story of the vital materials required for building short stories, novels, poems and a host of such things. Incidentally, the first thing that captured my attention was the name of popular fruit… If I narrate its origin you will be reluctant to eat that fruit!