It is said that a book is not a set of words meant to be read, but rather a whole journey to be experienced and relived time and again. That has been the case with me. I close my eyes, and I’m transported back in time, 15 years ago. It was my third birthday. My Read more…

My most cherished childhood memory is of my dad telling me stories right before bedtime. He always ended up falling asleep even before I had. I would again wake him up and request him to finish. On my eighth birthday, I received my first storybook from my dad, The Seven O’clock Tales by Enid Blyton. Read more…

“Who’d waste time reading books in this era of modern technology where every information is available in just one click?” That’s what I used to believe a few years ago, and God, was I mistaken! Hi! My name’s Sonam and I stay in Ranchi. Today I’m going to share my personal experience with reading different Read more…

I was (and still am) an introvert and it took me a lot of time to come to terms with it (not that being introvert is some sort of cancer). As a child, I was not very much inclined to attend family functions or birthday parties. Books always succored me in those situations. As I Read more…