The other day I shared photos of my book collection. I requested that if someone could gather all my book titles together… I know, it’s a terribly difficult task! I also know that if the list were posted as a Facebook note, it would benefit many people. Someone really should have done it! For their own sake! If I had remained as I was in my earlier life, I would have done it myself; for my own sake! Oh, the tyranny of busyness! Oh, what regret!!
I’ve found two people who are doing this work. No, I’m wrong—there are three of them.
The first is a very good friend of mine. A person of extraordinarily broad mind. Even if I put down a single dot, he’ll dig out some meaning from within it!! He’s even collected together all the comments from my old English posts! (There was a time when I wrote only in English.) “Sushanta, your comments are also very good. Why don’t you comment anymore?” I can’t reveal his name, because he definitely wouldn’t like that. He’s compiled some book lists and sent them to me. He’ll send more. When I tried to thank him, he got quite angry and said, “Sushanta, save this ‘thanks’ for someone who hasn’t become your friend yet, who’s still in the ‘will be, will be’ stage, how’s that?”
The second is a younger brother of mine. When I addressed him formally, he took such offense that he switched it to the familiar form. The fellow has patience, I must say! Very methodically, categorizing everything, he’s creating Word/Excel/PDF files, taking considerable time. He’s undoubtedly a book-loving person, otherwise this affection for such difficult work wouldn’t have come. “Hey! Why are you doing this? For yourself? Or for books?” “Brother, what are you saying? I’m not doing this work to get any books… I like you very much… and I don’t have any siblings.” I was enchanted hearing this! This madman wasn’t even on my friend list!
Listen to what else this crazy fellow says: “Brother, when you tag me, call me little brother… a little brother can certainly work for his big brother. Otherwise some people are very bad. They’ll think I’m crazy… Brother, I’ll work only for you, not for them.”
How many people love silently!! If only I had known! Some love comes without asking, and that’s why the world is still beautiful!!
The third one!! Ah…!!
The cruel rule of this world is that here, no girl as beautiful as poetry loves poetry. Those who do love it are not mine. This is the harsh truth.
In life, I still haven’t learned what words ultimately don’t make women unhappy. Ah! Tragedy!!
Why shouldn’t a well-read woman be a little proud? I’m still not old enough to understand this! Sorrow, sorrow!!
A completely unknown girl doing a favor without any self-interest (even if it’s for her own sake, still…) is itself a momentous event! In this life, I still haven’t learned the art of asking favors from women. If anyone anywhere finds a bigger ass than me, please give me a missed call, brother—I’ll take responsibility and call back to find out.
“I’m making the list. Don’t think it’s for you; I’m doing it for myself. I’ll give you a copy. But you…”
This sweet promise came to an end through my own foolishness: I don’t like hearing so many ‘buts.’ I won’t like it. You are a female gecko. Stay as you are. Wash the list and drink the water.
Women never keep their word… Alas! She kept hers!!
Where shall I place this sorrow? So I’ll place it on Facebook. With faint hope in my heart, that perhaps the lady… never mind, I won’t say anything more! What’s the use of increasing sorrow over another man’s wife?
Everyone says, give books as gifts to loved ones. I say, become a loved one by giving books as gifts.
P.S. I have many more writings about buying books, reading books, collecting books, buying books for others, and so on. I intend to put those in some other note.
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