Books - My best friend

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According to me reading is the best habit an individual can develop. God knows what I would have done without all these beautiful books to surround me. They help me stay grounded and calm my nerves when frayed. They tend to be those friends when I want to shed some quiet tears and a confidante when I am looking for some serious answers in life.Adding my bit to Blog Adda's blog for a cause so that each child in our country also gets to enjoy the beautiful world of books by posting this NGO's details here which is actively involved in promoting reading among children :
Activity: Pratham Books was set up in 2004, as part of the Read India movement, a nation- wide campaign to promote reading among children. Pratham Books is a not-for-profit organization that publishes quality books for children in multiple Indian languages. Our mission is to see "a book in every child's hand" and democratize the joy of reading. In the last 6 years we have published over 200 titles in upto 11 languages and have spread the joy of reading to over 12 million children!

Details: Read about our why we are using Creative Commons here: http://creativecommons.org/weblog/entry/24780

Support: reading, literacy, education, kidlit, children's literature, publishing

Note: We have put a lot of our content under the Creative Commons framework and we have begun to see success with this. Which means that we make our stories and illustrations available under an open license model and the larger community can then repurpose our content to create something completely new and thus contribute to the cause of a book in every child's hand. Our books have been adapted by our community into a range of new creations from audio and Braille books for the print-impaired, to iPad and iPhone applications - all to reach every child in India. We are hoping that many more people can come forward and help translate/remix/re-purpose/distribute our Creative Commons licensed content.

This post is a part of BlogAdda's Bloggers Social Responsibility (BSR) initiative. I am exercising my BSR. You can too with three simple steps. Visit http://www.blogadda.com/bsr/ and support the NGO's.

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