The Ekushey Book Fair, 1988. I was in Class 8. What I really wanted was a 4-volume set of old Masud Rana novels. Of course I didn’t have the courage to ask my mother, who bought a book on paleoanthropology — I think it was Amal Dasgupta’s Manusher Thikana, but a quarter century later, I can’t really be sure.
I was disappointed at first, but it didn’t take long to get enthused about the story of human evolution. I finished that book in days. I wanted to get English books on the subject from the British Council library. This took a few weeks because the campus got violent around 21 February.
And then, as is usually the case with these things, my interest waned.