Library: A Book Heaven I Cherish(ed)

It stands as a venerable institution, boasting a legacy of over a century as one of the largest libraries in southern Maharashtra. This distinguished establishment, renowned for nurturing Field Medalist mathematicians, held a pivotal role in shaping countless lives, including mine. As a fortunate child, residing just a stone’s throw away, I had the privilege of unfettered access to its wealth of knowledge.

This is book is the first book of mine other than Neil Gaiman or Dan Brown, steering me away from fiction for an entire decade. While societal standards may not deem me ‘successful,’ the profound impact of this library resonates within me and countless others from my generation and those preceding us.

Within this haven, predominantly frequented by non-English readers in the area, a plethora of options exists, thanks to the generosity of numerous book donations. However, a recent visit revealed a disheartening sight: an assemblage of “radical” literature juxtaposed against the treasures close to my heart.

As much as it pains me to say, I hold hope that individuals reconsider their reliance on traditional libraries, where the collection often mirrors a collective consciousness. India’s current trajectory leans towards a predominantly radical ethos. To foster sharper intellects and more diverse perspectives, I advocate for the purchase of Kindles and the creation of personalized libraries.