It is strange how a single word – books – can evoke a myriad of memories, almost in a flashback-like manner. It all started back in my school days, when me and my siblings would fight for the best stickers for our brown-cover books. Looking back on those days, it never occurred to me that Read more…

I must have been about four years old when I began my journey into the fascinating world of the written word. I can still remember the aroma of fresh chapatis being made by my grandmother and mum in the kitchen as I woke up. Drawn by the scent, I wandered into the kitchen and sat Read more…

In all honesty, I’d like to put it out there that I was never fond of books. I started reading books without pictorial illustrations way after tenth grade. Before that, I used to laugh at my classmates for reading novels. I used to think of them as nerds. You know, it used to bother me Read more…