Dehradun, Oct. 1 -- The Books From My Shelves

The bookshelf at home reminds me of a past that is the truth, the reality of a life filled with experiences influenced by the first hobby I ever had, that of reading books, nurtured and encouraged by my mother and meticulously fed and enriched by my father, an academician. As the fourth generation academician or I prefer to call myself a continuous learner, I was introduced, or should I say, flung into a world of books with three distinct bookshelves, one ornate in ebony teak, standing tall in my grandfather's ancestral home, the glass door teakwood European style 12 feet long book rack at my father's and the tiny in comparison bookshelf at my own humble abode that strike an emotional poignan...