Books have always been my partners in crime. If I had to describe their place in my life using a hashtag in this social media-obsessed world, it would be #myconstant. I owe this love for books to my mother, who was the one responsible for bringing them into my life. Having been an avid reader Read more…
Like (almost) every love story, mine too stemmed from hate. I had this uncanny belief that love and hate could coexist. However, as I would realize later in life, love has the power to easily overpower and vanquish our abhorrence of things and people. A few years ago, when I was probably eight or nine Read more…
Reading is a habit that caught me when I was a teeny human being full of curiosity, wonder, and a sense of not belonging anywhere. I don’t really know who the culprit was behind me getting enamored with reading: my mom, who got me those mini story books from my school fair, or my aunt, Read more…
“Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I have accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to Read more…
