Writing and reading has always been a part of me since I could hold a pencil and notebook in hand and write coherent sentences. From writing letters to friends on their birthdays to publishing my first book, I don’t remember exactly how all of this started. But, yes, I disciplined my writing during the pandemic. That could be called as the beginning of fiction writing.

The chaos around me inspired me to write on silence.

My book, The Labyrinth of Silence is divided into three halves. After I wrote the second half, I felt blocked as that was the story of a man who was depressed and deceived in life. The next half was happy and hopeful. To move from sad to happy, I felt stuck. Isn’t it the same with life as well?

I don’t have to forcefully immerse myself into my writing. When the muse is in a mood to tell a story, it pulls me in its arms and whispers the words. It is then an irresistible affair.

I pick real life incidents and then weave them into a story. The reader must feel, ‘Hey, she is telling my story!’

Wow!! I love this question. If I could escape into a literary, it would be that of science and fantasy where faeries have magical powers yet there is a scientific base to it.

Once a novelist, always a novelist. I’m working on my next novel which is again contemporary fiction and based on a social cause. I’m midway through it.