Two weeks back Sri and I had gone to Bath in South West England. Technically, it was our first trip outside of London. Lovely place, full of tourists and a little over the top. In the hotel room, I found a slim volume of verse titled Poetic Heritage.
Thumbing through it, the note on the first page was of great interest. For a certain Juliet for the Christmas in 1960. Maybe it was the yellowing paper, the light from the bedlamp, the quaint hotel we stayed and the building after building made of Bathstone. Or maybe it’s this fascination for books that appear to hold stories despite having only poems between covers. Either way – Juliet, you shouldn’t be leaving your book of verse lying around, especially one that has a pretty touchy-feely note from your Mother.
Posted on April 25th, 2006 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Books, Photographs, Sri, Travel
So Juliet found “beauty and enjoyment” by selling her book collection! No wonder Romeo killed himself!
New blog looks very cool. Congratulations and hope your blog migration headaches are history.
Perhaps Juliet now owns a small hotel in Bath?
km: Oh! You had to go with the most obvious one didn’t you?
Frankenstein: We checked on that Watson, no such luck. Random books were placed in all rooms. Probably picked from used books sales.