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Nothing makes a weekend simply sublime better or faster than some retail therapy. Make it books and food and I'm halfway to heaven—if, indeed, there is such a place.

I started it with one of my closest friends, spending hours at the Bombay branch of the best bookstore in India, browsing through prohibitively expensive editions of old favourites and overpriced but much desired new books.

Strangely, nothing works as well as book shopping, or even spending time in a book store, endlessly browsing. Not shoes, not clothes, not jewellery, not anything. I'm a strange, silly woman, I think.

Many, many thanks to a birthday many months past, an indulgent friend, and my own overwrought wallet, I walked out loaded with these:

• Albion
• The Delta of Venus
• Numbers in the Dark
• The Wind Singer
• The Dalemark Quartet, Vol I
  
• "Through the Looking Glass" - The Grade I Heritage of Mumbai

The next day, I went into town with the said friend, another one, and the elder sibling for a trip to what a beautiful death must be like. After cutting across a snarl after snarl of hideous traffic, living in the abject terror of missing lunch, we finally made it to Apoorva at Fort.

I am not going to sing paeans to the food, describe the place, or my experience there. That's just repetitive and trite. But I will say this. Two large vodkas, prawns koliwada, fried surmai, butter-garlic clams, prawn ghassi, pomfret curry, clams sukkha, and endless neer dosa later, I was blissed out. All I was fit for was a toffee ice-cream sandwich from K. Rustom's.

Now if only every weekend was like this, I'd be more than somewhat happy. :-)

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