The now dead love affair..

I think my love affair with books is all but gone now. After I started working, the number of books I have read are countable and after I moved to Hebbal I have never even touched/completed any book. I blamed it all on the work and the fun and never ending flow of english sitcoms. Never once did I think that it could be because I am no longer a bookworm.

So when my move to London happened, considering I am practically friendless here, I thought I would first go out and find a library and get back to my old ways. And as luck be it, the Rayners Lane Library was right in front of my office and just 2 mins walk from my current residence. I imagined myself sitting in the library till 8:30 in the night(that's till when the library is open) till the good ol librarian comes to me and tells 'Enough for today, can't wait to see you again tomorrow'. And I knew I would never feel lonely in London.

But what really happened was totally unprecedented. I have a library-front view from my workplace, I can see 30% of the name - 'Rayners....' and today, after having been in London for nearly 4 weeks, as I look out of the window I realize that library access was never so easy in my entire life and not once did I even visit the place. I pass by the library everyday and strangely enough I do not feel the magical pull. This was not the case a few years ago, I used to go down from Moodbidri to Karkala to rent books from the library. The 2 books I carried from India are by my bedside waiting for me to acknowledge their existance.

Wonder how quickly habits die off, I have not changed as a person. I still am not very social, I prefer my own solitude(even if I am bored to death), I am still not very outgoing and I am still as jobless as ever (or even more). How I wish I could feel the sweet tug of the musty ol books.. Jaane kahan gaye woh din...