Madhav had never seen a bookstore as seemingly endless as this one. There was no bookstore in this world like Seconds. Miles and miles of aisles with iron shelves bursting with print.
He wandered off to the right and found himself in a section of coffee-table books. Second-hand? They all looked untouched. He could not resist picking up a massive volume. It was the Gianni Versace photobook, Men Without Ties. His heart beating louder than the piped music in the store, he turned the book over to look at the price sticker on the back. $10. Only $10. He tried his best not to smile.
Men Without TiesHe looked at his watch – 3.30 pm. Didi wouldn’t start worrying for another two hours. His only apprehension was that he would soon be hungry. Madhav hoped against it and began to walk down the neare
