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On the cover was a photo of a cow against a yellow and brown background. I remember a book on animal husbandry ( Valarthumrigangal) published by NBT, in the library.

I would imagine that their heads must touch the ceiling when they sat in their sea-facing room. Bearded giants must be sitting at a machine there and churning out such wonderful storybooks for children. IвЂ™d be lucky to go there!вЂ™)Д«earded giants must be sitting at a machineД«ut, where on this whole planet was вЂњA-5 Green Park, New Delhi 110016вЂќ (NBTвЂ™s address)? Was it a town on a beach? Must be, I would tell myself. One writer asked, Moscovil mazha peyyunnathinu mannarkkattu kuda pidikkano? вЂ“ вЂShould we hold an umbrella in Mannarkkad if it rains in Moscow?вЂ™ Another poet wrote, Soviet ennoru nadundathre pokuvan kashinjenkil ethra bhagyam! вЂThere is a country called Soviet. (There were references like this in the newspapers too. This was not a surprise-Moscow was not far from Keralam in those days. Some were published by Progress Publishers in Moscow. I discovered that some books were published in Kottayam. When there was nothing left to read, I would read the cover page, the back cover and the imprint page again. I would walk in the direction of the cool breeze coming from the beach, sit there, and, by the time the sun had set on the horizon, finish reading both the books. On the previous day itself, I would have decided the books I would borrow on that day, which I would quickly grab and start walking towards my house, passing by my friends who would be engaged in an energetic football match. The library opened at 4 pm, and I would wait for the librarian in the libraryвЂ™s hall, reading the newspapers over and over. If no one else was around, he would give me three, or even four books. Just waiting for me on the table! The librarian would issue only two books at a time. It would have a few hundred new books to read-fresh from the store, and not yet sent into the wooden almirahs. The annual exams would be over by then and I would slip into a routine of going to the library every evening. The village libraries would get their annual grant by March every year to buy books. Neither the Prince of Ayodhya, nor Jesus, nor Buddha, was ever in the good boysвЂ™ league. The grip of NBT books on me made my mother complain to the Malayalam teacher that her son would not listen to her. By then I already knew that Jesus was not a goody-goody boy who stayed in the good books of parents and teachers. Same was the case with Rama in Prince of Ayodhya. When I read Rohantra and Nandriya, I realised that Buddha was not a boy who listened to his parents. Other NBT books I remember repeatedly reading were: Rohintra and Nandriya, Bapu, Tales for All Times and The Prince of Ayodhya. I hoped it would help me create a play for my playground theatre. The first NBT book I read was Let us do a Play by Uma Anand. There were three kinds of books available for children: books by Malayalam publishers (demy Вј, black and white, with no illustrations), Soviet books with lots of colourful pictures, and the books by National Book Trust, India.

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In the вЂ™70s, these libraries were full of wonderful books-translations of world classics Malayalam novels by Vaikom Muhammad Basheer and Thakazhi Sivasankara Pillai and poetry by Kumaran Asan, Vallathol and Sankara Kurup. The names of almost all village libraries in Kerala are prefixed with words like вЂJaihindвЂ™, вЂJaibharatвЂ™, вЂBappujiвЂ™, вЂNoorul IslamвЂ™, вЂVishwabharatiвЂ™, вЂSree NarayanaвЂ™ etc., because they were all founded in the early 1940s, as part of the freedom movement. We were busy reading books every evening in Jaihind Vayanasala, the village library. But my friends and I were not worried about the famine at all. Every evening in those days, kanji (rice gruel) would be served to everyone in the village, and there would be a long queue of people for that. During summer vacations I organised plays on a temporary stage built in the space where my house opened out to the beach.

(I later learned that the world had gone into an oil shock, India was at war against Pakistan in Bangladesh, and there was a famine in some parts of the country). I donвЂ™t recall the story of Vaalameen Chirikkunnu now, but even after all this time I remember the front cover and the horizontal shape of the book which had amused me then. The book was the Malayalam translation of a Soviet folktale, fabulously illustrated and produced.

As I quickly glanced through them, my eyes rested on an oddly shaped book- Vaalameen Chirikkunnu (The Vaala Fish Laughs). The librarian gave me a nice smile and took me to the old wooden shelves where the childrenвЂ™s books were stacked. On a warm evening in 1972, when I was five years old and living in a village by the sea-Puthenthope in Thiruvananthapuram-I accompanied my cousin to our village library.