“Mom, come on! We’re getting late, let’s go!” screamed a seven-year-old me at the top of her lungs, eager to get to her painting class. My younger brother stood beside me, surprisingly patient. Both of us were waiting for our mother to come downstairs. “I’m coming guys, hold on a minute. You know it’s not Read more…

I always had a thing for academic books. Over time, I also began reading romance novels, making fiction a part of my reading routine. This was a paradigm shift in my viewpoint, for I used to believe that only theoretical books had the potential to shape our thoughts and personality. Reading romantic and inspirational books, Read more…

In my teenage years, a friend recommended me a book. I looked quite hard for it, but was unable to find it anywhere, until one fine day, when I got lucky and stumbled upon it in a library. It was based on Enid Blyton’s The Famous Five. The effort was worth it: the story was Read more…

This is a story that spans more than three decades. This is the story of me. And my first love, books. As far back I can remember, I have always been, what is technically known as, a bibliophile. I can read anything, fiction or non-fiction, comics, graphic novels, classic literature, noir literature, any genre from Read more…