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THE BOOK - A SHORT STORY ~ I got curious and inter

THE BOOK - A SHORT STORY
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I got curious and interested in this guy's book and tried to read it's title. It was the Albert Camus's 1982 English Translation 'THE OUTSIDER', of his French original  1942 novel 'L' Étranger'. That book was one of my favourites during those days, when existentialism was a craze or almost a cult in India. I still remember the opening lines, 'Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know'... How can one forget those lines?... (Read more in Caption) 
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HV1 THE BOOK - A SHORT STORY

Never in my life did I have a person who can be called a 'friend' with whom I could share anything and everything soulfully. Still there are a couple of people whom I meet only once in a while yet as though we met just yesterday. If that can be called friendship, yes, I have a couple of them and one of them became a friend because of a book. 

This was way back in 1979. I was doing my post graduation at Sardar Patel University, living in a hostel. The University was in an Education Township called Vallabh Vidyanagar within the city called Anand in Gujarat. The place was almost like an alien land for me as I barely spoke the local language. Nor could I relate myself with the lifestyle in which I had lived for many years. 

Opposite to my hostel, across the road, there was a Tea Shop under a huge shadow tree where I used to go for tea and snacks. In fact it was an अड्डा (meeting point) for all the PG and UG students. Over the loud songs  played in a cracked radio cum tape player, the students used to discuss everything under the Sun. Politics to Art to Music to Literature to Cinema to Poetry and even Spirituality!
THE BOOK - A SHORT STORY
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I got curious and interested in this guy's book and tried to read it's title. It was the Albert Camus's 1982 English Translation 'THE OUTSIDER', of his French original  1942 novel 'L' Étranger'. That book was one of my favourites during those days, when existentialism was a craze or almost a cult in India. I still remember the opening lines, 'Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know'... How can one forget those lines?... (Read more in Caption) 
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HV1 THE BOOK - A SHORT STORY

Never in my life did I have a person who can be called a 'friend' with whom I could share anything and everything soulfully. Still there are a couple of people whom I meet only once in a while yet as though we met just yesterday. If that can be called friendship, yes, I have a couple of them and one of them became a friend because of a book. 

This was way back in 1979. I was doing my post graduation at Sardar Patel University, living in a hostel. The University was in an Education Township called Vallabh Vidyanagar within the city called Anand in Gujarat. The place was almost like an alien land for me as I barely spoke the local language. Nor could I relate myself with the lifestyle in which I had lived for many years. 

Opposite to my hostel, across the road, there was a Tea Shop under a huge shadow tree where I used to go for tea and snacks. In fact it was an अड्डा (meeting point) for all the PG and UG students. Over the loud songs  played in a cracked radio cum tape player, the students used to discuss everything under the Sun. Politics to Art to Music to Literature to Cinema to Poetry and even Spirituality!
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THE BOOK - A SHORT STORY Never in my life did I have a person who can be called a 'friend' with whom I could share anything and everything soulfully. Still there are a couple of people whom I meet only once in a while yet as though we met just yesterday. If that can be called friendship, yes, I have a couple of them and one of them became a friend because of a book. This was way back in 1979. I was doing my post graduation at Sardar Patel University, living in a hostel. The University was in an Education Township called Vallabh Vidyanagar within the city called Anand in Gujarat. The place was almost like an alien land for me as I barely spoke the local language. Nor could I relate myself with the lifestyle in which I had lived for many years. Opposite to my hostel, across the road, there was a Tea Shop under a huge shadow tree where I used to go for tea and snacks. In fact it was an अड्डा (meeting point) for all the PG and UG students. Over the loud songs played in a cracked radio cum tape player, the students used to discuss everything under the Sun. Politics to Art to Music to Literature to Cinema to Poetry and even Spirituality! #yqbaba #yourquotebaba #NAPOWRIMO #frienship #THEBOOK #Albert_Camus #varmaji #the_outsider