How I fell in love with Novels
Novels were the obscure part of my life until I was in my eleventh grade. Before that, all space of my thought revolved around the books prescribed to complete my study. There was only a tiny element of literature I was growing up with and that was through the English books. That tiny element of literature in no particular way, at those times fascinated me. I just read it without a fair imagination it should have (as I read through those old texts of literature today, they still present me a wonderful beauty of words) in those days. I, like any common folks, did the so called "right thing" in those days, we just needed to pass the exams and we did it fairly without comprehending the richness of words portrayed in those tiny sheets of paper. Our English teacher, to my p...