So I was in my school, I guess it was the sixth standard when I heard about Charles Dickens and it was through my class teacher, Ma’am Mridula who told us that from this year onward we will not be studying only short stories but also full-length books like novels and novellas.

So the first novel which was introduced in my curriculum was Oliver Twist and as I liked neither the class teacher nor the studies so I skipped the classes and didn't read that book. If it would have been a comic book which my father had bought for me I would have read it for sure.

But yes… who gets entertainment from classroom books… obviously not me…

Also, my class teacher was very cruel... She used to give me a lot of punishments. I even once wrote an essay for her with the title MY FAVORITE TEACHER and in that she found some grammatical errors which resulted in two slaps on my left cheek…

Nevertheless, after two months of classes, my summer vacation started and I thought of buying some comic books but my mother refused to give me pocket money. With no other options left eventually, I ended up picking Oliver Twist and after reading it I was like damn this is amazing. So I waited for my vacation to get over and brought another book from the school library which Charles Dickens wrote.

I read Tale of Two Cities than Great Expectations and then somebody told me that I should read Mystery of Edwin Drood. I started reading the book and I was in the middle of the story and the book was over. I was like no … this cannot happen … I flipped back to the front page and I found that Dickens died while writing this book…

Damn…..and I was like… You should just tell things before you DIE.