This is worth reblogging for my friend Subir’s comments. I shall miss him, though we hadn’t been in touch for a decade and one half except over the rare phone calls and rarer mail dialogues.
We had no television or FM radio. The powers-that-were frowned at too much play. Books, perforce, were our only option as everyday indoor (and alfresco) entertainment. In the era of so many alternative distractions and parental pressure for school and an array of useless extra-curricular activities to let them (the parents) keep up with the Joneses, are children missing the fun of growing up with their imagination tickled pink and honed razor-sharp? Movies, after all, do not allow one to imagine too much.