I’m glad 2015 has come to an end, it wasn’t particularly a great year for me. I remember saying this about 2014. (And 2013 and 2012.)
I want this to be the year in which I get what I want when I want it. I know I’m probably being greedy, but it doesn’t hurt to demand, right?
About a week ago, I came to know that something I wrote has been published in The Madras Mag. The Editor was kind enough to ask me if I thought the edits were alright. (What edits? Talk to me when I’m done with my Happy Egyptian Dance!) The self-promotion might have made it evident – I haven’t been able to use the words “something I wrote” and “published” in the same sentence before.
Of course, reading it again now makes me cringe. So I would like to defend the story to myself by saying I only put down in words the Gautham Menon-esque visuals in my head. I had initially planned it as a series of posts, describing a relationship at different stages and from different angles, but I kept putting it off until I forgot what I meant to write.
Thank you for continuing to visit my blog. *clink* Here’s to a happy year!