… when you go to a relative’s place for a pooja, get entranced by the bookshelf at their place, and return home with a few of their books because they looked too interesting to resist.
Well, reading is a form of meditation, a form of worship, too, me thinks.
And then, the very next day, you prove yourself worthy of the title of ‘Bookworm’ all over again by beginning to read a book to your daughter, and finding it so enjoyable a process that you end up reading three books one after the other!
You are sure the latter was a clear case of the mother enjoying the book-reading session more than the child. But still, you persist. You hold on to the belief that your baby will grow up to be one who loves reading. 🙂