It was in 2004 that I first tried to write a book. So I chose a ‘safe’ pseudonym—Bharat I. Sharma—and wrote a few thousand words, aiming to build it into a book. Between this, the routine of a 9-5 job and the fear of being found out in spite of the alias, the thought of writing a book disappeared quickly. But it was only in 2013, after conversations with a dear friend and former journalist, Rumy M Narayan, that the thought of writing again was rekindled. Then, last August, a few weeks before I turned 50, my mother walked into my room, asking me what happened to my plans of writing a book.

Source: Huffington Post May 04, 2019 04:30 UTC