Storyteller | Bard | Book Sniffer | World War II Enthusiast

It was in my 9^th standard History textbook that I got my first taste of World War II. It was also in my 9^th standard that I was introduced to the genre we call Historic Fiction. And by a complete coincidence, the first historic fiction novel I read was about WW2.

And that’s how my love affair with WW2 started off. I was already an avid reader, and History had been a favourite of mine since my 7^th standard. A combination of the two, and I’ve never looked back.

Over the years, I’ve read a lot of books and a lot of genres (I was one of those guys who’d be reading while walking and go bump their head on a light pole), but I’ve always come back to this one genre. Historic fiction has an attraction for me like no other. The blend of events that happened with the people who were there along with those who weren’t and the emotions, motivations, happenstances that may or may not have really been there; it’s a heady mix, one that helped me as an introvert to understand my fellow humans and the human nature better. The fascination I feel towards this time period is best summed up by a line from one of my favourite books – “the epitome of man’s inhumanity to man also produced the epitome of man’s nobility.”

What started as an interest in just WW2 flowed backwards and forwards so that I was soon enough immersed in WW1, the Cold War, and all the other geo-political events of the time. And as my interest grew, so did the books I read.

For a long time now, I have been considering ways to share this love of mine with others. With this blog, I wish to give you a glimpse into why the events, the people, the protagonists and the antagonists move me the way they do.

Puram, et Gloria!