Celeb spotting

 Dear Koko, 

Yesterday we had a unique opportunity to meet Amitav Ghosh! This was in Champaca bookstore in Bangalore and wasn't as widely advertised as the rest of his appearances in the city. We got lucky with the place as it wasn't as crowded as I had anticipated. 



These kind of things typically take hours, but here we were in a room full of like minded people who were enjoying conversations with the author and moving along in an orderly fashion. I really enjoyed the experience. 

But you, you seemed to be having a party of your own. First of all, the bookstore itself is such a delight. You were quick to find stuff you liked as well as corners you could curl up in. 

Then, you volunteered to arrange the books that were kept for signing. I am not sure how much of a help it was for the people, but they were very nice to indulge a little helper. Then, you got a front seat view of the author coming and sitting down to sign his books, interacting with people, sharing anecdotes. Finally when I got up there to get my copy signed, you actually took a picture and announced yourself. Amitav Ghosh was an absolute gentleman to invite you to sit with him and get a photo for yourself, which you promptly went for. 

I can't tell you how much I enjoyed the experience of meeting and interacting with him, you already know it was amazing for me, but I think you enjoyed it quite a bit yourself!!

Here's hoping these inspire you. I feel inspired!

Love,

Ma


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