“It will be open for some time still, ma’am; don’t worry,” the familiar-looking cashier smiled, half-heartedly, trying his best to sound reassuring as he billed my pile of books. He would have had to repeat the same dialogue to a lot of customers, especially of late, I imagined. After all, the over-a-decade-old bookstore, the lone surviving bastion for all things books in my suburb, Mulund, will be shutting shop soon. This, because the mall in which it is located will be undergoing a revamp and emerge in another avatar, possibly.