When I’m feeling drained and dead, reading an approachable book or a few pages of it to see if I can engage feels as if I’m checking my pulse to see if I’m really alive.
And this ‘bookstethoscope’ (if I can coin a term) proves that I am alive, as I randomly invest a full, warm, sunny day to finish the book.
It’s a handwritten letter from your younger self, inviting you to relive your early days. The times when the complexity of modern inventions had not yet invaded our lives.
The simplicity of this book stirs memories. Memories of childhood innocence, the silliest laughs, the quietest cries, the craziest dreams, the wisest compromises, the hardest struggles, the heaviest heartbreaks, first days of school, first experiences of different sorts of thoughts, curiosities, feelings, and emotions that come with age and different socio-economic situations.
A nostalgia evoker. A smile bringer. A gentle mood-lifter.
An autobiographical YA fiction set in India’s small towns. Like It Happened Yesterday by Ravinder Singh (2013).
Written on 11 Jan 2026 21:39
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