From Weather Me Well — Retained for the sake of the readers’ comments
Words spill out before actions do. That’s what happens when you are me.
I am planning a book. And because of it, two things will happen.
1. I shall sate my urge of writing by writing the book. And if, if, I want to take a break from that writing, I’ll write something else, and, perhaps, mail it to you, demanding sweet nothings.
2. I shall ask you to vote.
Number one doesn’t need anymore explanation. Number two does.
Here’s the plan:
A storybook for adults. (If you plan to discourage me from drowning in insanity yet again, try it, I won’t budge.) What I want you to do, dear reader, is to tell me what turns an adult’s cogwheels of the mind the most.
I’ll explain. The ‘storybook’ I am planning will be a collection of short stories — illustrated with images of things, objects, places, relevant to India a person from outside may not be familiar with so that the eager readers are able to imagine freely — based on a concept that a thinking adult will find worth his/her reading time. What should the concept, the focal point be? Trust? Faith? Money? Heartbreak? Ambition? Something like a ‘moral of the story’ without any particular moral. I’ve thought of the following, tell me your pick. Or name a different one.
When will the book be out? When I’m done. Until then, rejoice that I have finally tasted the bud of purpose.