My childhood has always got to do with books – buying them, reading them, hoarding them. That’s how pretty much my life has always been. Even the tiniest nuances of my life will have a lifetime of memories about books etched in them. But lemme tell you how it all began – my love for books.
Diwali is a festival of lights. And crackers. And, crackers scare the daylights out of me. All the time. I discovered this at a very young age of 3. So, my dad, from then on, decided there’d be no crackers in the house. So for each Diwali, since then, my dad would take us (me and my sister) out, to buy books for the amount that’d have been set apart for the crackers. We’d both happily choose the books we wanted to read, get them gift wrapped and on Diwali, open them and begin reading them. Thus, it became a customary ritual which I’d look forward to, happily and eagerly, each Diwali.