The chapter heading is The Imperfect. The two words lay in the centre of the pale-yellow page, perfect in its crispiness. The book, of course, is new. The pages have no wear and tear.
The drop of soup falls like a rare raindrop in the desert. It falls straight in the loop of the p, spreads easily, the oil leaving a permanent mark. The two black words, the heading of a chapter yet to come, smile conspiratorily. “It was fated,” they say as I grieve ruining the sheer perfectness of the brand new book.
~inspired by real events
(C) 2016 Arpita Pramanick
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I wonder what inspired this.
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Well, the book is Lahiri’s In Other Words. š
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Got a copy of your own?
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No… that was the library copy I got!
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Oh, sad! Nothing like the beauty of an untouched book. Oh well. Your book is loved.
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Yeah, it is! š
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makes me look forward to reading it !
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Wow, can’t believe something like this might prompt anyone into actually reading the book. You make me glad! š
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