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and I connect with bloggers at BlogAdda.com 1989 it was, and I was a petite 12 year old, and I along with my classmates, a group of 45 students, in our Seventh Grade.   We were part of the Bharathamatha Family, a Christian Missionary Convent, when this young and vivacious teacher took charge of our English Class.   Her Name was Sushma Menon and when she entered, the whole of 40 boys were awed by her charm.   Little did we know that she was married and not ‘just out of college’ as we had thought when we first saw her. Anyhow, the first class it has been, and as usual she started with introductions, first with herself and then asking us each one to introduce ourselves and then tell her as also the rest of us about our reading habits.   So we were to tell our names, and the book that we were currently reading. So we started one by one.   Ironically, we were not avid readers then, and even if some of us (including me!) read anything, we just about graduated to   the Sidney Sheldons a