After publishing the book

1/July/2019

I don’t know what to say on this. The stories I wrote were my personal feelings. They belonged to me as long as they were on my desk; now as they are out, the ownership seems to be transferred.

The whole process is like letting go of my work and holding on to it too.

I feel that the emotions, love, bliss, heart and mind that generated those stories are mine while words; mere words are out there in the hands of people to judge, love, criticise or ignore.

Writing really is an act of courage. The courage to get nude on the paper and sharing that nudity with the world.