On Reading


In recent times, a large number of articles and essays have tried to capture the essence and the joys of reading. You know, the experience of lounging on a chair, with legs outstretched on a wooden stool, with a book opened, totally absorbed in the world being painted by the brush-stroke of words. In truth, that got me thinking. What does reading mean to me? And just how much of a place does it have in my life? Continue reading “On Reading”