My Precious...

Hello Tin-Tin! 

When I was 11, my father insisted that I join a library to cultivate the healthy habit of reading. I never cared to read. I despised the Famous Five, Secret Seven, Hardy Boys books which everybody seemed to like. So I wandered in the library and after some lazy looks here and there, stumbled upon a stack of Tin-Tin comics.

I never looked back. Comic after comic, I read every Tin-Tin and then proceeded to Asterix. I loved them.

But there was a catch… The library did not possess the full collections and there remained 4 Tin-Tins and some 5-6 Asterix comics which I desperately wanted to read. Back then, I couldn’t afford to buy a comic this expensive (around Rs. 300 each then at Crossword). I could never finish the sets.

Until last week. I stumbled upon a rack of comics which I could have easily missed. The rack was closer to the Toy section than the other books… and there they were. Time had changed and I could spare the money. I bought one of the four which remained.

Maybe I’ll collect these but today I feel like bought a piece of my childhood… something which got me to read.