Clearly I am late to this party but better late than never…right…RIGHT?
To my followers, I’d have to go back on my promise to be irregular in my posting at least for the month of April. I am planning to take this (rather) arduous journey of posting a blog every day (excepting Sundays, please). Since it is called the #AtoZChallenge, the posts will follow a theme and the titles will follow the alphabet. This challenge is going to last 26 days (of course) and now to the theme these posts will *hopefully* follow…
Since I was a storyteller long before I became a writer, it seems appropriate that I choose ‘stories’ as my theme. The stories may be fiction, or my take on a story I have been reading, or a personal story.
Though I am looking forward to this challenge, I am also quaking in my shoes considering how difficult it might get. But then whoever said this…writing…would be easy?!
So adios for now and watch this space for more. Cheerio!
An Unexpected Encounter
Being a Bibliophile
Dastan dost aur dosti ki
Ink on the Wall
Lekhak ki yatra
Ornaments in the sky
Return of the King
Somebody that I used to know
When the saints go marching in
“…and save the princess,” said the old man with the white beard and a pointy nose.
Pranjal puffed his chest out and nodded his head once. He looked at his right hand which held the sword. He wasn’t tall or had a physique like The Rock. He was of an average height and build but that was the reason he would win where the others had failed. That was why he would slay the dragon and save the princess from the evil curse.
A day after I start my blog, here’s an opportunity for a plug-in to gain traction and I’m going to exploit it.
Spoiler alert – if you wish to see the movie, avoid reading ahead – obviously.
Writing a manuscript has been an enlightening process – and not entirely in the area of ‘writing’ if you know what I mean. Perhaps like all aspiring authors, I had thought writing a manuscript would be the most difficult part of the journey. I should have realized that since completing a manuscript heralded the start of the journey, it would thus be the simplest.
So here I am, belatedly trying to establish some credibility because:
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.”