It all started when I was a young girl. I still remember the days when my father would bring me the Janhamamu (the Odia version of Chandamama) comics. I would eagerly wait for school to end so I could read those illustrated books. He knew exactly what stories I loved to read. While he brought Read more…

When I think of my love for printed treasures, I am instantly taken back to the time when my mother would sit me down with a glass of hot Bournvita milk on a cool rainy afternoon and hand me a storybook. She would sit beside me with a book of her own. The feeling, the Read more…

A friend in need is a friend indeed. This is the quote that often plays in my mind whenever I turn to some book on a gloomy day. I would like to begin by clarifying that I am not a bookworm. However, since my early college days, I did have the habit of reading at Read more…