Sometimes, I feel the rage, the fury to put words down on paper at a speed that is boggling to the mind… And this rage, is what keeps me going. As I pen the second story that wants to be told, I feel like my protagonist, at times, I can imagine her narrating her story to me as if we were sipping coffee at Shivaji Park Barista… nd when I take her story further and further, I feel a sense of satisfaction that nothing else can provide… Thank you for this madness, thank you for this rage and thank you for all the stories that come to me and compel me to write them… Give me the strength to attract more stories, give me the power to tell these stories well… Make me a storyteller…