A lifetime tryst
"It's time" he said looking solemnly at me. I sorrowfully contemplate the drastic change if I were to agree. "Not yet. Give me a couple of years. I promise to be ready by then". Two years later : I need more time. Four years later : One more year,I swear. I will move on. Five years later : Actually, I think I'll never be ready. This is going to last me an entire lifetime and I'll still be wishing for more time. I write this as I return from yet another trip to the bookstore. I'm talking about making the transition from fiction to non-fiction. Yeah, you heard that right :P I'm hopelessly in love with fiction. I've been reading for more than one and a half decades now and there's no sign of diminishing interest or boredom. No proverbial thirst for something more meaningful. I must easily have 500 books at home. Must have read over a thousand. So many that I no longer remember the titles. I end up buying a previously read book a...