***
“Thank you .
Thank you very much! “
(Applause)
“I wouldn't have been what I am today had it not been for you people. My inspiration for
what I do, is nothing but one among you. You encourage me to speak for you,
write on your behalf, give words to your emotions and present something which
portrays life as it is, without any exaggeration.”
“Ma’am, I
have a question. Why do you write so brutally? You could sugar quote things and
put it subtly too!”
“Thanks
again, for the suggestion, Mr….. Your name please?”
“Ronit”
“Mr.Ronit, you
are right. There are writers, who sugar quote reality and make it sound
oh-so-beautiful. But I have my class of readers too. Someday I would like to
attempt a fantasy fiction where everything is sugar quoted, false and
beautiful. Someday!”
“You mean to
say, other Indian authors are not doing a good job, because they write fantasy
fiction”
“I never
meant that Mr.Ronit. I am just saying, my genre is different and I couldn’t be
more thankful for the amazing response that I get for what I write!”
(Applause)
***
The applause
is a good motivator, unless it is not just for relaxing your palm muscles. I am
not attracted to a huge crowd or to massive response for my work. I am happy
that I could just do it. When my work is published, I feel a sense of euphoria
not because I know I would have thousands of readers vying for a signed copy,
but just because, I could speak to many hearts through this one book. There are
times when I am mistaken too. But I really don’t care.
The sun doesn't stop shining in the summer, or doesn't generously appear in monsoons.
It just remains true to its nature. So do I. it’s very simple.
I remember
someone telling me, “Miss Writer, you got a weird attitude. If you let go off
your Ego, you’ll be more endearing”
I took the
advice. But I never implemented it, because it wasn't my ego in the first
place. My mom told me, it’s always good to be true, than charming. Truth has
its own charm!
***
My thought
flow was disturbed, as my phone rang. It was Shalini, my mother. She wasn’t
present for my book release and I couldn’t have been more annoyed.
“Mom, you’re
calling me now?”, I whispered getting away from the dais.
“Well, I
just called to ask, which floor were you on, I am lost in this big building!”,
she spoke so sweetly that I had an indelible smile on my face. I wanted to hug
her for giving me yet another surprise.
Shalini was
always so good at this.
She never
missed important occasions, but I wasn't expecting her to fly to Mumbai from
Singapore for my book release. I would have shared the video anyway.
I looked
into the crowd as the crowd settled down, and I watched Shalini switch off her
cell phone. She was the best audience one could ever have, the best listener
and the perfect soother for the tempest – me.
She had arrived! Finally!
***
to be contd...
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