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Why do I write novels? I can’t stop wondering. Interestingly, the answer keeps changing with time. There is one constant in the equation that never changes: my engagement with my readers. Just completing a manuscript won’t make it a book. It has to be read, interpreted, and engaged with by readers. I write, you read, and I learn how it reached you. I include that learning in my upcoming books. The cycle never stops. Writing is my escapism. Leaving behind all pretenses, hardships, and sometimes even responsibilities, indulging in an imaginative world is my guilty pleasure. I wouldn’t call it a passion. It is me. Constantly trying to satisfy myself with my art and failing miserably, then resuming once again. It is a poisonous cycle. Truly, the worst addiction of its own kind, I keep coming to.

An artist’s career is often compared to the flight of a plane. It can’t always be in the air. It is the landing everyone fears, wishes it to be graceful. Me too. I will write, write, and write until I have the energy. Someday, I hope I will be fondly remembered as someone who made at least a tiny impact in your lives, someone who put a little smile on your faces, and somebody who gave something solid to the community I gained so much from. Thank you for all the love you have showered on me, from Penmai to my various blogs to Kindle. I hope this website is a tribute to the special bond we have nurtured. Let’s keep this a positive space. Keep those conversations coming.

Love,
Ush