Over the last two weeks, I have spent more time in planes, airports, cars and hotel rooms than I have at home. To say that it has been awfully hectic would understating it.
I have been travelling. A LOT. Those of you who follow my Instagram feed, would know that I had been to Mumbai, Delhi and Jammu over the last two weeks.
In Mumbai, I had an interview with Sonali Bendre. She runs a book club called Sonali's Book Club. They pick up a book, read it, and then discuss it. I was overjoyed that she found my book fascinating. We had an in-depth conversation about the book. It was easily one of the best interviews i have had.
It was live on Facebook as well as Instagram.
In case you missed it, do watch it below:
I also had a live interaction with Midday, and FirstPost.
That was fun as well. You can watch the Firstpost one below:
In Delhi, I had a lovely interaction with InUth.
They asked me if I like Durjoy or Ravinder. You can see what i answered in the below video :)
There were two completely unrelated incidents that happened on Sunday, which would change Ayan’s life forever.
1. He attended an office party thrown by his boss in a swanky uptown pub in Pune.
2.More than a thousand miles away, in a small village in Kerala, not identifiable by Google Maps, his grandfather had a fall.
morning, unaware of anything but the clock on his computer ticking,
Ayan took a sip of the horrendous office tea with over-boiled tea
leaves, too much milk and sugar. He had only forty-five minutes left
before the meeting was to begin. Beads of perspiration trickled down his
forehead into his eye, and he blinked. His brow furrowed, he sat
hunched, with an ache in his neck, his fingers flying across the
keyboard. He felt as though somebody was raining blows inside his head.
His throat was parched despite the tea, and now his stomach began to
feel queasy as well.
He regretted having that fourth tequila last
night. But Randhir had insisted. You can hardly…