In a few hours from now Ill be on a flight. To Chennai. To launch Sitas Curse - The Language of Desire. A new city. New faces. Friends. Stories. Sadness. Sameness. Lives. In a few hours from now it will be a new month. One that Im emotional about. For reasons that run deeper than words can ever express or contain. July. The month I set Meera free. The month of the Mumbai floods. Of 2005. The one where we both lost a lot. A month of love and longing. A month of desire and distance. Both The last month of promotions for me. Before I give up. Before I give in. Before I am emptied. Before Rahula. Book 5. Only I cant start. Before I look back. With a strange emptiness. Feeling almost like a mother. Her childs fingers slipping. Outside Hers. A new world calling. Softly. Should I hold on? Tighter? Or...or let go. Easily? Its never easy for a writer to say goodbye. And so. So, here I am. Saying it the only way I can. The way Meera would. The way she did. In July. In a few more hours. From...from now...
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 18:16:26 +0000