I’ve no real idea why I purchased this today.
The shop I bought it from probably won’t be around for long. It opened a month or so ago and no business seems to last at that address. It sells imported goods, mainly Indian. It’s probably been the dream of the woman sitting huddled over the tiny heater to open such a shop for years and now it’s her chance.
I’ve been looking at this book for a couple of weeks, walking by the window each day on my lunch time walk. I have no idea what I will actually do with it, I’ve never been able to keep a written journal for more than two days, but I felt that I should buy it. That I had to buy it.
Now it is sitting here in all it’s Sanskrit enscibed hand stitched glory, waiting.