#AtoZChallenge Theme Reveal

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

Existential crisis

Finding Suchi



Ink on the Wall



Lekhak ki yatra

Mother’s dream

Nalanda Nostalgia

Ornaments in the sky

Pudheel station


Return of the King

Somebody that I used to know


Unguarded Moments


When the saints go marching in





Saving Fiona

“…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.

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And miles to go before I sleep

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.”

Robert Frost