He'd bought books.
Almost always for others.
Though 'twas he who read them.
He'd write...
For My dear [name]
Place
Date
Sd. XXX
This time he wrote...
XXX
N. Delhi Airport
October 23, 2009
It felt strange.
He'd bought a book for himself.
There was none for whom to buy ...
PS: Found this in my draft folder, and decided to publish it.
Proved to me the saying, this too shall pass.
