klib at Meesho

We set a long table down in the middle of the Meesho floor and let the books do the inviting. The pitch was on the banner beside it, a simple question most people had never been asked at work: do you know you have a library here? Some came over on a break, some on the way to a meeting and stayed longer than they meant to, and the laptop at the end meant a title could be borrowed and carried back to the desk in the same minute. By the end the table looked picked over, in the best way.