Therapy

 

 I went book shopping yesterday. Not just that i gobbled on some red velvet cupcakes and coffee along with my book therapy. Entering a book store is like entering a Spa...only less uncomfortable at the beginning right before you.. you know undress to fit into tiny disposable inner wear..  *losing the plot moment*

Due to lack of parking space in Bombay, i chose to walk in to a fancy book store. I have always loved those little book vendors by the street selling old books stacked in their tiny kiosks. 

Nothing beats the smell of an old yellowey paged book.. Sat on the couch and finished reading a book..

A sunday well spent !