As I was crossing a street in some part of Jalgaon, I came across a little book shop. It was a like a typical Indian tapri. To be clear it indeed was a tapri . The old man, the owner of that shop, evidently had to sustain by selling cigarettes, paanmasalas , gutkas and similar stuff. Presumably he couldn't sustain himself by selling only the books. And the books too, which no one reads anymore. I stopped to have a look. English Classics interested me more than anything else. Sadly they were the most torn out pieces amongst the whole) entire bunch. My eyes smiled after detecting George Eliot, Henry James, Thackeray and alike. What suprised me the most however was the fact that how passionate the old man was while showing and talking about his books. Particularly when I said he had very good bunch of classic books. He grew more and more passionate as I was looking for everything in his little tapri . And he knew each and every book and could discern what each particular book ...