since I was a little my mum would r

since I was a little my mum would read me a book every night ranging from Eastern literature to western classics like Journey to the West Ramakien and the Adventures of Tom Sawyer to name a few. In the many that she read, there was one particular story which I took little interest to at first.
As astonishing as it sounds now, Harry potter and the Philosopher’s Stone didn’t seem like anything worth listening to. Who cared about people called Dursleys or weird happenings in some place called Privet Drive anyways? The Ramakien was much more interesting. In year 3 p.2, my class was assigned for the first time, chapter books. There feared in those days, being books which held hardly any picture but instead, copious amounts of text. One of the first I tried was none other than Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone. With a dictionary that lay forgotten beside me, I was captivated. i was in trance so solidly powerful it was like my eyes were stuck to the pages-and the pages! I wondered if they tipped in chemicals that made you want to read and never stop! I finished it in three days and yearned for more the instant the last sentence was complete. I went back to the library and borrowed the Chamber of Secrets, and the rest came tumbling after. J.K.Rowling instantaneously became my favorite writer; beating even, the unbeatable Roahl Dahl. Hurry’s world changed my way of thinking altogether. School turned into Hogwarts and the once boring corridors were alive--classrooms hid mysteries beyond imagination and adventures waited every turn-around-the-corner. Basketball matches were really all about Quidditch and the library was a place full of secrets and discovery. The once dull task of gaining house points went as competitive as ever as friends also caught on to the Potter-mania. It was truly an overwhelmingly experience. I was deeply inspired by Joanne Rowling’s style and longed to write something, which could bewitch readers like her too. My accent turned rather British –due to extensive hours watching the Potter films; and together with the books, it made me love, not only reading, but writing, listening and speaking in one whole set. And read, write and listen was what I did for most of those times. I began fantasizing my own stories, using events at school, and imagining battle scenes and magical lesson.