Just like any other morning, I woke up today. I said my gratitude prayer, got my phone from the other room and switched on the wifi. I generally spend 15-20 minutes thereafter browsing WhatsApp messages from family in India, scanning through FB, Twitter, and WordPress.
I can say it was just another morning. Until…
Until I came across the bulk of tweets on my @bookshelfyellow twitter handle about Barnes Children’s Literature Festival to be held in May this year. I went through the tweets and found the authors’ names who would be attending the festival. I found Judith Kerr, Axel Scheffler, Michael Rosen, Lisa Thompson, Francesca Simon in the list. It was surreal for me at that moment. “Is it possible for me to meet these authors, whom I (and Dhruv) have loved, whose books we have read over the last 6 years and have grown up on? (Yeah, so what if I am nearing 40, I am still growing up on a diet of children’s books.) Can I meet Judith Kerr, the author who wrote the classic The Tiger who came to tea? I have never imagined in my reading life that it can be possible to meet these figures. Such were the thoughts brewing in my mind this morning.
You know I can shed tears at the drop of the hat and there I was a misty-eyed fangirl, not ready to get out of bed to start the day. Immediately, I sent out a message to husband, who is in India for 2 weeks, expressing the desire to attend this children’s literature festival. I pitched in with how it would prove to be a lifetime experience for Dhruv (and implicitly me too) to meet his ideal writers in person and attend their talks and workshops. It would be the perfect birthday gift for him this year. He is turning 8 on 11th May. Not holding a birthday party has been on our agenda for this year since we consider it a waste of money and energy and especially here where he doesn’t have friends outside school except for Mr. A.
My pitching worked. Both of us did the calculations and agreed it will not come to be an expensive affair. I have spent the first half of the day so far planning the details, the events to be attended, exploring the venues on google maps and booking the tickets.
Can you feel my exuberance beaming through your computer/mobile screens? I am that ecstatic that I can bounce out of your screens and give you tight hugs.
A short backstory
In June 2013 when I returned to Preston after visiting London, I made a conclusion that there is not much left to do now, not much left to travel or visit now after having been to Chicago, New York, Orlando, and London. Little did I know then I would visit London twice again. Each time I have visited London, I have considered it to be the last visit. I have such fewer expectations from life and here I am travelling to London once again (the fourth time) but not as a tourist but to attend a children’s literature festival.
Life and its mysterious ways.
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