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Where lovers meet and read


 "Meeting place for book-lovers" indeed!
Well, this month’s theme of my blog is people, innovation and creativity.

And this one is about a woman who had the opportunity to live her dreams. In the heart of the town, she runs a bookstore, which she tells me runs quite well. She is an avid reader herself I can make out and to supplement that fact I was informed that she has formed a book club in her bookstore. There are around 30 members. She tells me only a few attend the reading sessions nowadays. The members decide on a book to read and they come and decide what they read when they meet. That’s wonderful isn’t it? Getting to share what you have read is truly an unforgettable experience. Otherwise we just forget in a week or two. I do. I don’t know about others.

The books in her store are arranged in a systematic manner and you will find it easy to find the books you are looking for. The set up is excellent. Location is every businessman’s dream- in the heart of the city. And to add to all these, she collects old things – I saw a very old tape recorder and an old type writer. The décor is really awesome. 

“The only difference is I don’t need to make a lot of money,” admits Kunzang Choki, the owner of Junction Bookstore. “This is what I love to do and I am happy that I am getting to do something that I really like.”

Kunzang has a master’s degree and yet chose to run bookstore in a place where not many people like to read. But she knows what she does and she understands her products. She knows her customers. Many senior readers and foreigners were seen in the store when I last visited the shop. The fact is she is not greedy for money. As long as people love books she is happy. And in fact she must be the only Bhutanese who runs a bookstore with an adequate knowledge of books accompanied by her immense love for reading. Her counterparts are all businessmen wanting to make big money. 

And as someone who loves books, I really admire what Kunzang does for life. Maybe even envy her. The fact that she is not doing it for the money, but to nurture her passion and love for books is something that I really like in her bookshop.

For more information and to get the real feel of what I share with you here, please visit Junction Bookstore – “a meeting place for booklovers” and experience it first hand. By the way this is not an advertisement, I am not sure if KC gets to read this, but I am doing out of sheer respect for the person behind this wonderful bookstore.

Here is also a link: http://junctionbookstore.tumblr.com/
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  1. དཔལ་ལྡན་བསོད་ནམས་ཉི་མས་སོ།།May 8, 2012 at 7:29 PM

    Wonderful Idea.

    My sincere congratulation to Kunzang. ANd yea I wish to join her club soon.

    PSN

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  2. AnonymousMay 8, 2012 at 8:41 PM

    Thank u. I will make a visit to the Junction Store and meet behind the person behind it. Inspirational.

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  3. Lingchen DorjiMay 9, 2012 at 12:28 PM

    Yes, I too admire Kunzang for what she does.I bought two of my best collection of memoirs from her bookstore: Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes and Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love. The coffee tastes great as well.

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  4. Kunzang ChokiMay 11, 2012 at 9:12 PM

    A friend of yours just dropped by and told me about this entry. We at the bookstore, are humbled to say the least. Thank you for your support!

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  5. AnonymousMay 17, 2012 at 4:37 PM

    I met Ms. Kunzang Choki today. She truly is professional in the venture. Wishing her lots of success.

    Ugyen Gyeltshen

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