When it rains i revisit old books.
Some weekends when it’s stormy and afternoon is turning to evening, I lie on the futon and read all all my favourites.
Mandrake. Bahadur. Alexander Frater’s Chasing the monsoon. The Mahabharat. Bill Bryson’s Notes from a small country. Patricia Highsmith’s Ripley Series. Biggles. Pearls before Swine. Philip Roth’s Goodbye Columbus. And of course liberal doses of Feluda.
Everyone has comfort food. I have comfort books.