Towel Day is back!

There is not much to say here, mostly because I have whiled away a year doing no writing, mostly because of the whooshing sounds those deadlines made as they flew by.

Of course, I tried. I tried as hard as Electric Monks on bored horses do on rocky promontories; or perhaps harder.

I admit that I did not sit on a Chesterfield sofa this year; or ever. My only trip to Lord’s was ages back. And it is extremely unlikely that I will ever combine the two.

I tried to acquire a relevant towel this year but could not find any, so I guess I have to do with a regular one; maybe in 2018. I tried, of course.

I tried to solve this. I even tried just potatoes, and at times, unjust potatoes. Nothing worked.

I know this is a matter of gravity, but I whiled away my time thinking about cat-flaps. Mostly cat-flaps.

Of course, I did not hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, let alone win through.

But I do know where my towel is.

Have an awesome day.

A book you ought to buy; and read

The sequence of events is somewhat like this.

I once wrote a short story. It was not really Maupassantesque, but I have written worse.

Some nice people at Writersmelon thought it was worth printing. Their awesomeness did not end there. They thought the same for a lot of other cool writers who penned down some beautiful stories.

So they made an anthology called Jukebox.

As a direct result, you will get to do what you have always wanted to: read something I wrote in print.

But the fun does not end here. The best bit is perhaps the fact that you do not have to sell a kidney for this; or even a kidney bean.

Okay, maybe a few kidney beans, but 220 rupees is perhaps as cheap as you can get for this amazing anthology.

If you do not believe me, check here, on amazon. Buy it. It costs less than a multiplex ticket or random McDonald's meals.

Buy it for the sake of literature. Buy it for us. Buy it for you.

Most importantly, give me the chance to sign a book.