The first book I remember reading in my childhood is Vivekananda in Pictures. Even though I was just a toddler at the time, the pictures and stories from the book are still fresh in my mind. Right from the scene of Vivekananda’s mother scolding him for getting himself in trouble to exclaiming that Shiva sent Read more…

I was born among books. I remember seeing colorful, boring (boring for a five-year-old means books sans any illustrations or pictures) books around the house during the formative years of my childhood. Thick and thin paperbacks and hardbound books kept me constant company. That is why it should come over as no surprise that I Read more…

There was a time when books were only available as printed copies; smartphones and tablets had yet to revolutionize the way we perceive and look at books. I belong to a generation that grew up in that era, luckily in a family that valued knowledge as much as any other quality needed for survival. Textbooks Read more…

It is often said that books are a person’s friends, philosophers and guides. This could not have been any truer in my case. Be it the childhood days spent honing my English-language skills or those attempts at filling my inner void, books were with me through thick and thin. That said, the one instance that Read more…