I was quite an irritating child as far as I can remember. I used to pester everyone around me for anything that seemed out of place to me and enquire as to why was it so and I always wanted to clear things kept on my slate. My first tryst with books came about when my aunt gave me and my brother a novel to read, it was titled 'the God of Small Things' by Arundhati Roy. Though we were quite small by then to read them ofcourse being aged about 7. But in me started the spark for reading as I picked up that book and couldn't understand much. I waited for the school library period and picked up my first Enid Blyton book, who would happen to be my favour author for years to come. And unknown at the time, I would draw huge amounts of my moral code from the children in her books. It Continued then as such with me reading mystery novels and horror stories. Then as I grew up and when I felt I was ready I headed on to the books that i felt I was unable to read back when I had start...