Little Tanvi was in awe of the palatial house. The first time she visited , she was barely 6. Clutching her mother’s saree, she tiptoed around.
Mai (mother) worked as a maid, cleaning and scrubbing the floors till they shone bright. Every week she polished the silver ware till it gleamed. She took Tanvi along once and the little girl wanted to come each day. What she loved most were those curvy stairs. She loved standing at the top and watch the winding stairs below.
Above all, she loved the library where Tauji kept so many books- stories of different lands, people, mystical creatures, he had them all. Seeing her interest in books he encouraged her to read. She would spend hours burying herself in a book at the library. Her happiness knew no bounds. A whole new world had opened up for her.
Time passed and she grew up and so did her love for books.
Tauji had a cardiac arrest and passed away suddenly one night. The family was in shock.
The library was kept closed and her mother forbade her from asking anything to the grieving family.
Tanvi missed Tauji who was like a godfather to her but she missed her beloved books even more. Life felt listless without them.
The next day when she visited the house with her mother, hoping that the library would be open, she was shocked to see all the books had disappeared. She knew no one else read in the family except Tauji who was now no more. She couldn’t ask anyone, she was but the maid’s daughter.
Silently she went home, shedding tears.
She entered her backyard and her mouth dropped open. A truck full of books was waiting there. All the books from Tauji’s library had been sent here. In his will he had bequeathed his entire library to her. Her joy knew no bounds.
Her mother looked at the books smiling- “its nice to see that you will never be unhappy now but we have one tiny problem. Where do we fit so many books in our tiny home?”
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