The foundation of my relationship with books was laid by my desperate need to find a pastime. We didn’t own a television back then. It didn’t have anything to do with poverty, though. You see, my father had this notion that the idiot box was nothing but a sure-shot way of damaging one’s eyes. As Read more…

There are some questions in this world that are simple and yet difficult to answer. For me, that question is how I fell in love with books. Perhaps this blessing was passed on to me by my parents, or probably my teachers, when I was not more than three. I started my early studies at Read more…

My first memories of ‘reading’ a book are that of the Bhagavad Gita. I was in fifth grade when my grandmother read it out to me. As you would expect from someone my age, I didn’t find it particularly interesting back then. However, during my tenth-grade summer vacations, I received an illustrated copy of the Read more…

I would describe myself as a reader in one sentence: “Do not leave me unsupervised in a bookstore.” I started reading books when I was nearly 8 years old. Once there arrived a ship full of books in the port near my home. I visited it with my elder sister. I was utterly awed to Read more…