“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive.”― James Baldwin I don’t remember a time without reading as a hobby in my life. Having been introduced to books at the age of 4 by my mother, my love for the written word has grown manifold since then. Though, I must confess there was a phase in between when I was unable to read a book. This was after my autoimmune detection. The sudden changes in my body had taken me aback and I was almost on the brink of depression, which I am told is the case with many sufferers. During one of my routine visits to my doctor, he suggested I take up some hobby to keep my mind busy. And, I broke down. He didn’t realize he had opened a can of worms with that statement of his. In between sobs, I told him, “What hobby? ...
Talks about books, movies and all things in between.