Dusty Magic

I was browsing  through rather dusty books from my old collection for something to amuse my eleven year old, who claimed: ‘ There is nothing to read!’ I ended up with her sister’s favourite, ‘ The witching hour’ by Elizabeth Laird. It was all about the Salem witch hunts. ( It had  helped Kathu-who was in charge of the science section- elaborate on the history of Britain’s medieval ages to a rather bemused set of judges during her team’s group presentation in a state level competition. The exigency was due to the late arrival of the team member who knew the ‘normal history!’ I believe Elizabeth Laird had saved the day, for they went to the nationals!).

I also got hold of my very first book- lying dust covered by the side. So many memories, of that particular collection.






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