I think I was ten when I wrote my first story, all on my own without deriving heavy influences from Enid Blyton. I think it had to do with a little boy who didn’t want to take a bath, but then his name was Unhygienix, so what did you expect?? I remember being thrilled with joy at having written it. It was the same kind of thrill I felt when Curtains was released in 2005. My first ever book. So what if I was sharing credit with 8 other women? So what if none of us ever became famous? (One of us did by the way. Ever heard of Sarita Mandanna? Who wrote Tiger Hills? She was a part of Curtains too!)
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Published on December 27, 2012 10:50