The soccer field was just a swamp of dirt; the art class a stinky place with clay and colors; but not that ledge on the dizzying twenty-thousand feet fort wall of my boarding school, for it was where it all began. The innocent escapade into a thrilling adventure called writing.
Somewhere in my adolescence I came back to senses that life isn’t just dreams and I set out to excel in school, finished my engineering from Mumbai and even managed to sneak in a Masters from US. But, clearly, it wasn’t enough. So, I spent next Twelve years working at the biggest financial firms in New York and now I work with a Big Four consulting firm. But, that’s not why I am telling you all this. The reason I am telling you who I am, is because in between succumbing to the tyranny of my adorable wife and playing with my five-year-old boy, I have managed to write my debut novel.