Once upon a time, there lived a widow with her only son in the hills of Khasi. In spite of his good looks, the boy was dumb. In fact, the villagers would refer to him as “U Bieit” or idiot. The poor mother did the menial chores to support herself and her son. When she Read more…

As with all my habits, the foundation for my interest in reading was also laid at a very young age. As is the case with most Indian families, my siblings and I had a fairly strict upbringing. Television and playtime were strictly regulated and studies, inordinately encouraged. All these factors conspired to create an environment Read more…