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Book Review: The White Tiger, by Aravind Adiga

Ah. The smell of old books. It has a story in itself. How many before might have enjoyed reading it! The feel of those pages, its freshness fading away… it is something surreal. Even the fragrance from the book is quite intoxicating. Pardon me, I’m digressing. But it is such a magical experience to have a book in my hand, to let it speak to me, and take me into its realms. Any book, be it new or old, has this effect on me. Continue reading “Book Review: The White Tiger, by Aravind Adiga”