I love the idea of writing letters. I consider it an art that needs to be kept alive, no matter what. Nothing, I firmly believe, can replace the human touch and closeness that a handwritten letter can bring. The letter has been a central theme for a good number of my stories. This is one of the first stories that builds on the letter format. A daughter writes to her father discussing children and parenting.
Read moreReflections
Musings on childhood led to this story of an English girl. Spring and an English setup seemed to go hand-in-hand when I thought this story up. And when you find just the right kind of picture to complement the story, it all seems perfect – just like the childhood that we unfortunately leave behind in the process of growing up.
Read moreMe, Her and Our Worlds Together
The Dark Secret
Munni
Deprivation is a theme I give a lot of thought to. I am intrigued by what the lives of poor would be like. Of course, whatever I know, I know little – poverty, unfortunately, is an ocean of unimaginable depth. I probably skimmed the surface as a journalism student but whatever I saw left a deep impact on me. Munni was written based on my observations and inferences on what I would call ‘the life on the other side of the fence’. Meet my bangle-selling girl on the local trains of Mumbai – Munni, in this story written in first person.
Read moreDuality
In Conversation
There are times when you think too much about what’s happening to you and around you and broadly, life as such. Clarity plays a perfect hide and seek at such times and for me, the only way to clear the cobwebs of confusion out is to write my thoughts down – in a fictionalised form or otherwise. This has proved to be my biggest blessing. ‘In Conversation’ is an attempt to understand desire and suffering.
Read moreSarah
Sarah is the story of a young girl. As much as she flows with her dreams, she is anchored to reality as well. It is this maturity that I have tried to focus on in this story. But sometimes love can send even the most balanced of perspectives flying out of the window. Could Sarah be an exception? The story explores.
Read moreFrom Bombay to Madras
Places. Memories. If there’s one place that I have experienced freedom in the truest sense, it is Bombay. I lived there for a few months and it turned out to be one of my life-altering phases. When I returned home for good, leaving the city behind, I couldn’t help feeling empty. And as always, I resorted to words to relieve the burden.
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