When I was growing up, books were a constant companion. The practical dreamer that I was, sounds like a misnomer I know, books provided a beautiful escape, constantly opening my eyes to things I did not know. I could read about places and people that I would never meet. I could imagine scenarios and live … Read More →
You know when I was growing up, people around me never really indulged in storytelling. My own parents did not have the habit of reading to me. I don’t remember how I got initiated into reading. It must be because my elder sister and dad were avid readers. But no one told stories at home. … Read More →