The announcements were running just as usual, and the crowd at the Indira Gandhi International airport was tight as usual. People were busy looking around the place, and many were busy buying gifts for their friends and loved ones ( it was duty-free).
Only my flight en route to Jodhpur was running late by a couple of hours, and all I could do was stand and stare at the Display which was showing- DELAYED.

With still a couple of hours in my hand, I looked around, and the only Appealing place was the book store located on my right.
Dragging my bag which, appeared to dance on the smooth tiled floor, I made my way towards the book store.

The collection was Awesome, and the variety of genres was commendable, but I being a writer, was more interested to see just in case my book was available there.

The shelves in the shop made it look like a maze, and the illuminations were making it more vibrant.

I Was walking around, so engrossed in a book that I hardly noticed when I suddenly banged into someone.
Looking down, I saw a girl trying to gather up her pile of books, which was quite a lot to carry.
I am sorry, I said as I bent down to pick up the books, and just as I was about to pass her the last book,...