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It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
When I was a little girl, my mother took me to the British Council Library every Saturday afternoon and she used to leave me at the children’s section. I used to sit on a little wooden stool in a corner with a pile of books beside me. I sometimes used to look at the tall-selves of the grown-up section and realize how impatient I was to grow up and borrow books from there. The small prints and the amazing titles filled me with a sense of awe. And I wanted to write something that would fill library shelves one day.
I used to, sometimes, sit at the small circular table and leaf through photo books and encyclopedias and carry story books and novels written by…
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