It all started with the books I used to get in my birthdays. From the very little age those tales of Shorab-Rustam, Hercules, Arabian nights, Russian short stories made the pave to the liking. It didn't happen just like someone switched it on - rather it's other way around - I tried hard to switch this on in me. The sole cause is my family (well once again!). When you see all of your brothers and sisters are giving you a hard time reading books in a play time, you really need to give them a break!
We had a nice medium sized library back in my town. I am glad that it was there. This played an immense role on my habit. I proudly can say: most of the fictional books and English books out there got my touch. I can recall taking away 3-4 books for 2-3 days and return them back and again taking others. Some of the old books were fragile like a crisp baked paper. Some of them even not being taken ever. That surely got me in. A desire to put my name as first reader for the books actually helped me went through those untouched books. I moved and goose-bumped by seeing so rich collection of old novels yet being unread. Some of the greater version of learning I got from some of the great books, I still can recall.
Thank you books, you had always been a pleasant company. You welcomed me like a true friend, was there when I needed you and taken my tears on your shoulder. I can't recall any other friend with the trait you have - silent yet says a lot. Brilliant!