This lockdown thing hasn’t been good for people who read books. Most of them ran out of things to read in the first two weeks.
I have been more prudent. I have enough to last me a year. It’s because I was left high and dry not once but twice.
When I pointed out my cleverness to a friend — who reads more than she eats — she grumbled a bit and said, in an ill-tempered way, that I should write about funny books. She didn’t explain why.
So, folks, here goes. Back in 1964 my father was posted to Jabalpur. Before that we had been in Delhi w.....