I met Mr. Vijay when we moved into our new house. He was our next door neighbor.
Mr. Vijay was an elderly man who lived alone. He had a part-time domestic
servant who came daily to cook and wash for him.
Mr. Vijay was a very sociable
and amiable man. He was in his mid-seventies when I first came to know him. He
was of slight built and was slightly hunchbacked. His eyesight was bad and he
was almost blind without the aid of his thick glasses.
I became fast friends with this old man. For one thing, Mr. Vijay was a
bookworm. He loved reading and spent most of his time poring over books,
magazines and newspapers. He was a truly erudite person. He was inquisitive by
nature and he would read on just about any topic. This made him a great
conversationalist as he could speak on just about any subject under the sun.
Mr. Vijay had bought the house next to ours when he retired a few years
previously. It was rumored that Mr. Vijay was very wealthy but he was never
spending money unnecessarily and his wants were frugal. Indeed, it seemed that
Mr. Vijay spent most of his money o books and other printed matters.
I enjoyed chatting with Mr. Vijay and we would often discuss on various
interesting topics. I was a bookworm as well ( and I still am ) and we had
similar inclinations towards the subjects we read. We would spend hours talking
about history, science, politics and other subjects of mutual interest.
Three years ago, Mr. Vijay died at the age of seventy-nine. He bequeathed all
the books which he had in his personal library to me. Believe it or not, Mr.
Vijay had more than six thousand books in his library ! My father converted one
of our rooms into a library to house all the books Mr. Vijay left me.
I feel sad that Mr. Vijay is no longer around. I have yet to find someone
with whom I can converse as I had with that learned old man.