India, Feb. 10 -- A blue book is lying forlorn on the dusty floor. Here in a Delhi shop for used books. Turns out the book is not really a book.

It is somebody's private diary, belonging to the year 1983. Every page is scribbled over in blue ink.

A more detailed investigation reveals it to be a thing even more extraordinary.

It is a booklover's diary, jotted with hundreds of book titles; some of the titles are accompanied with the scribbler's brief opinions about the books.

The diary does bear the person's name but no point in sharing it publicly. Perhaps the diarist died, and the descendants accidentally gave away the handwritten diary while disposing what must have been a formidable book collection.

Whatever, just browsing the book...