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This is the third part of a novella “The Confession”.
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After having had a good breakfast at MTR comprising of David’s favorite rava idlies and vegetable sagoo, Ram took him home to their shared apartment at Pebble Bay apartments in Dollars Colony, Sanjaynagar. Despite the fact that it was only the two of them who stayed together, they had rented out a three bedroom flat in the apartment complex. Given that both of them were quite well off financially and were also earning quite well in their journalist jobs, they liked to live the good life and as a result their flat was quite well furnished with contemporary furniture and top-of-line electronic gadgets.
David, while being more tech savvy and gadget friendly still continued his longtime love affair with the written word, and more specifically in the form of physical books. In fact, he had converted one wall of his bedroom into a lovely contemporary book shelf which stored all his favorite tomes. These books were going to be Ram’s next choice of therapy in his efforts to bring back David’s memories.
As soon as he went into the room and sat on his bed looking at the bookshelf, David started smiling nostalgically. His father had been an avid reader and had inculcated the habit of reading books in his only son at a very young age itself. Further, the fact that he never minded buying as many books as David wanted him to meant that the book collection ended up being quite impeccable with more than a few masterpieces thrown in. In fact, David believed that he first got interested in a career in journalism primarily because of his love for books and the written word from a very young age.
And it was not just the written word or the books that David was in love with, he also had this peculiar habit of doing something unique with each and every book he owned. While it was something as simple as keeping a neem leaf, a mango leaf, the wrapping paper of a toilet soap, an outer wrapping of a Diary Milk cover in between the pages of some books, some other books were reserved for his doodles on the margins of the first page and last page of the book.
Ram was aware of this peculiar habit of his friends by virtue of having borrowed a few books from him and having noticed something uniquely personal about each book that David owned. He therefore strongly believed that the more time David spent with his books, the chances of him regaining all his memories were that much more stronger.
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This post has been written for the Write Tribe Festival of Words 2 where today’s prompt had to be about books.
This is the third post in a novella “The Confession” that I am writing trying to correlate the same to the Write Tribe Festival of Words 2.
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