Pages of Stories

Every person has a poet or an author hidden within.

Now it is not necessary that the hidden poet or author is of the kind that is palatable. It could turn out that the hidden poet is actually just a versifier. Or that the hidden author churns out drivel. But you would not know till you try, right?

So, it was in that spirit that I started writing some 12 years ago. I wrote feverishly in a biggish diary and hoped to publish my outpourings some time. Move over Salman Rushdie!

The effort stopped within a few months. But the diary remained. A few months ago I decided to transfer the inked work to a blog. Just for posterity.

If you are interested, you may visit Pages of Stories.