I still fondly recall my mother telling me stories before I went to sleep. For us, this had become a bedtime ritual of sorts. Even my father used to get me books from wherever he went. Growing up, reading became more than just a pastime; it became part of my personality. While my retention power Read more…

The fact that my dad used to read stories to me and my three siblings meant that I was drawn to reading from a very young age. There were times when he would read us five or six books in one night just to accommodate our pleas for “one more story”. He would also take Read more…