Reading Chairs

This was made from left over wood after building by great grandfather’s house.. I have spent entire summer holidays ensconced in its arms, reading away, rabbiting away memories

A comfortable reading chair. A good book. Some munchies on their way. A cup of tea. Or coffee.

Not much to ask for, is it?

This is the one we fight over.. rarely empty. Often the mooda on the side holds a steaming cup of tea – when it is not being used as a footrest.
For those days when the book alone will not soothe, she who rocks the world comes out to play.
And, oh so comfy! If there is heaven on earth, it is here, it is here, it is here.
The chair opens out, and one squishes oneself into its depths. Admittedly, the book cannot be far away – for once one is in, it is impossible to get out (Who wants to, anyway?)