It would be an understatement if I said that I like reading. My heart sinks every time I finish reading a book. It is like saying goodbye to a best friend with whom I have spent the best times of my life. I was six when I picked up my first book, or rather my Read more…

My earliest memories are of sitting on the floor of a bookshop and gazing at pictures in a book. I do not know if these are actual memories or if the image is imprinted in my brain from the stories told to me by my parents. The context here is that, soon after my birth, Read more…