During my childhood, when I was growing up, I was really fond of reading books. I grew up in a household where attention was primarily devoted to studies and the little free time that I had was spent in devouring books of all kinds. We didn’t have a cable connection
Whenever I am asked whether #ILoveMyWork as a writer, my immediate answer comes as YES. Writing allows me to create a world just the way I want to create it. And, writing allows me to transport my readers to that world to experience it as a real place, to expose
I know I have been dreaming when, like a curtain being raised gradually, the smooth grains on the wooden table on which I had been lying face down, come into focus.
My boss is sitting there opposite me with a high-profile client.
They do not pay any attention to me, but
Time To Smell The Flowers
I’d had about enough of fabrics, colours, and designs
And saving costs by the nickels and dimes
Working long and late hours
No time to smell the flowers
Just so I could meet targets and client deadlines?
But in the last few months I realised
How I love to read a book