
After some time, I managed to trace Kalam and bought my long cherished dream, ignoring the damage to my pocket.

It was serendipity when a train vendor appeared in our compartment, toting a huge collection of books. I was drawn close to him.įor a long time, I had been waiting to read his book, “Wings of Fire”, hoping that it would be my dream-key, even though at the time I had read it only partly in its Bengali translation. Abdul Kalam, echoing along the Coromondel Coast. When I was aboard the Coromandel Express, returning from God’s own country, Kerala, where a remarkable academic contest had only just concluded, I felt an irresistible pull from the late scientist and former Indian president, A.

The current book, I can say for sure, is the most inspiring one I have read ever. That’s why the book I am reading this time is a favourite of mine. Any time I pick up a book, I end up feeling ashamed and embarrassed to put it down without having completed it.

Reading helps us deal with loneliness–it helps break down more than one barrier.
