Back in tenth grade, the one thing I absolutely abhorred was reading. In fact, I even wondered how reading could be regarded as a real hobby. My dad, who happened to be a bibliophile, would often argue with me that books could boost my analytical skills. However, more often than not, his words would fall 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…

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…

I still remember the day when, as a kid, I picked up a book for the first time. My teacher had informed my mother that my English reading wasn’t quite up to the mark and had hence the emphasized the need for me to put in more efforts. That evening, I went to the market Read more…

Years ago, the 10-year-old me was very excited as we made our way to our village on a fateful holiday, and I had every reason to feel that way. After all, I was exceedingly fond of my grandmother’s special pedas, which, mind you, are still my favorite. As I wandered around the old granary, I Read more…

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.” This quote by George R.R. Martin perfectly sums up my journey as a reader. I am Roshan from New Delhi. I have always been a lone bird, which explains the absence of any friends in my life. That’s Read more…