It is strange how a single word – books – can evoke a myriad of memories, almost in a flashback-like manner. It all started back in my school days, when me and my siblings would fight for the best stickers for our brown-cover books. Looking back on those days, it never occurred to me that Read more…
Many a time in life I regret not having pursued a fine art. Then, the very next moment, I offer myself the consolation that perhaps all my creative energies were meant to be channelized into playing, not with the strings of a violin or the reeds of a harmonium, or with the lines of portrait Read more…
Though I was quite fond of literature in my childhood, books weren’t a part of my everyday life. Being more of a sporty kid, I spent most of time playing outdoors. However, as I became more and more involved with books, I realized that they played an equally, if not a more important role than Read more…
