It used to be cold late nights of December and January when I would slip into a reading spree. School had winter vacation and it was Christmasy around the house. Despite my lamentation of ‘I can only dream of a white Christmas’, I used to be mostly cheery. It was that time of the year when I was allowed to read books outside school curriculum. Yay!
We would come back home from Christmas caroling late in the night and I would still have the appetite for ‘just a few more pages’. I was fated to discover this amazing book ‘Little Women’ by Louisa May Alcott.
I was 15 or 16 years old. Our school had the annual book sale when some noted publishers would put up stalls for us to take our picks. Pocket money was limited, to say the least. It was also hard-earned through ironing, polishing shoes, doing…
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