Beyond 'S'

“So many books, when will I get time to read all of them”, I thought. “A story lurking at every corner of the store”, I said to myself picking up a Gabo. A lady was standing beside me, gave a stare, the one that said, “Were you just talking to yourself” and I smiled. “Hi”, I waved at her. She waved back. “Advaith”, I said. “Snighda” She picked a book, I couldn’t notice the cover and then she moved to seating area. She was pretty, not so tall, long hair in short the general characteristics of a beautiful woman. I carried my Gabo and sat opposite to her. “Do you like Marquez works?” she asked. “Yeah, actually I do. The way he develops and presents the story is very intriguing” “I’ve read one of his books” “Which one” “Love in the time of Cholera” “Haven’t read that” “Ok” “By the way, what do you do?” “I’m a dentist. You?” “I’m a writer. Someday you might see some books of mine” “Ah, writer… What do you write??” “Anything that comes to my mind- The conver