Only a lover of books can understand the meaning of being alive in the rainy season…the light chill creeping through the windows and the parapet, the steaming cup of coffee within the reach of your hands

the torrential rain crafting the musical melody that perfects one's mood for the reading at hand, the dark night blanketing the sky and the surroundings…rainy nights enchant the reader into reading well into the wee hours of the morning!

The winter is exclusively made for the reading! The cozy comfort of the happily crackling fire place, the complete and unconditional peace of the cold dark night, the heavy woolens draped around the body making one to snuggle well against the harsh chill, the silence, sharp and melancholy, uninterrupted and overpowering silence… no other footprints are louder than those of the footprints of the characters of your book, the footsteps roaming around the room, standing close to you, making

you to feel whether it is you or them within the book and out of it!