Priorities

Weekend was spent doing my expenses after a long time - thanks to the holidays I want and a declined credit in my bank account. But there is a strange satisfaction you get when you look at the heap of books only increasing. The older they get.. the better. And unlike wine.. you can actually taste it time and again.

I'm trying to convince my husband on why the heap is a good thing (now that the little monster has her own collection) and my husband can only give a disapproving look. Though we never really ask how much each of us spends and for what, he has a fair idea. I'm either wearing it, have eaten or preserving it in my book stand proudly

Arguing with him has left me irritated. I again look at my bank statement. Though a fair share has gone onto the wooden marvels, there is a considerable share with my friends who have not bothered to return it yet.It is also because I can never ask them to give it back. There is something far too haunting in their eyes when I ask them for it. So I go on congratulating them for a new bike, a new out-of-the-league-girlfriend or a lavish holiday without a twitch.

I reach office on Monday content that I've finished yet another book over the weekend and i'm excited to get to the next book. I'm approached by a colleague who asks me if I can lend a book i'd mentioned a while ago. Soon I might be offered to be the official librarian for my team - and needless to say - I'll be delighted to take it as well. 

While the colleague is asking me for the book, I do a quick sift at the book collection in my credenza and return a sorry gaze. The book is not available and I recollect lending it to another colleague almost a year ago which hasn't been returned. I keep a close watch at the colleagues desk along with the internal messenger status. It turns green against her name and I go over to her desk diving right onto the topic "Have you been able to complete the book? Was wondering if I could get that back".

My friend is peeping from his desk with a startled expression and I return to my desk to see his ping "Hope you never get to that sternness with your money! I'll be in trouble" and I smirk but also remind myself to ask him for the money next time I see him (or maybe a while later)