Nitya sat counting the visiting cards she'd found in her father's old visiting card holder. She read the names and observed the logos on the cards.. She wondered how people came up with logos.. Did they take long time figuring them out? How difficult would it be? Every design had to convey the values a company stood for..
She suddenly came across a card that read T. William, CEO of some software company, before she could scan the logo her mind drifted to a book she'd half read by William Dalrymple. She'd started liking the book, but had gotten stuck on a page halfway through and hadn't gotten the time and the mind together to pick it up again.. Since it was a thought already now,she thought of giving up her laziness and picking up the book again...
She stood up from the floor, next to the old cupboard, the door of which made a creaking sound as she closed it. Walking to her study table, her glance fell on the dust that had accumulated on the globe kept on the side table. She couldn't remember the last time she'd turned the globe to check anything at all. From an object of high importance in geography classes back in school, the globe had of late become an unused show piece.. a dust collector..
She opened her book where she had left the recycled-paper bookmark... A soft sweet smell came from the pages, she loved the way books smelt... She sat down on her bed with the pillow on her lap, leaning back on the wall that the bed lay against.
An hour later, completely immersed in the book, Nitya hadn't heard the doorbell ring... for the third time.
(to be continued)
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