General ravings

Music that makes The Bookshop

These timeless words, from my favourite bookshop – much more than that, favourite haunt. If you haven’t visited…make the pilgrimage, lighten the soul.

The Bookshop, Jor Bagh Market

For many years, we’ve been told by visitors that the hours spent inside The Bookshop don’t feel like…time. One long, lucid dream, is the closest one can get to describing it. The sounds of the shop create a force of meditative gravity. One can feel themselves slowing down, centering towards their senses. Its like my mind is thanking me, someone once mentioned.

There is, of course, our resident team of cats and dogs waiting out on the porch; punctuating uncompromising silences with their mewls and barks. Certain quiet summer afternoons and somber winter evenings are instrumented by the sound of our kettle boiling up as we look askance in its direction, begging for some coffee. The birds chirping boisterously, for dusk has set in.

As the end of the year nears and the festive season comes in full swing, there is the peal of conversation that turns The Bookshop into…

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