Stories are fragments of life is what I have believed in as a writer by profession. And life’s stories teach you lessons. Every day in life you learn something new, something that helps you look ahead, evolves in you certain dreams and desires, encourages you to materialize these desires. Stories bubble out of these little learnings, little experiences, those unforgettable memories. This is what I have enjoyed doing all my life, sharing a part of it with the rest of the world! Some memories are memorable and some are not and when such memories keep haunting you the best way out is to weave stories out of them and share it with the world. This way I unload a huge burden on my already bulging bald head. Thoughts that haunt me entertain those who read it and I just take advantage of this wonderful symbiotic relationship.
Reminiscing on these thoughts I was seated on the window sill of my flat in the suburbs of the city sipping on some hot coffee and browsing the newspaper to update myself of the happenings in our country. It was a routine that I have enjoyed from the past 30 years of my life. That feeling of caffeine sinking into you along with those headlines in big bold letters almost always exciting you. Political fiascos, murders, crimes, terror attacks, cricket, celebrity marriages, big business deals the list jus goes on and on. There’s always something to be written about something to be read, learnt and known and being a journalist myself it was my duty to read what the others wrote too.
