Thanks everyone who asked – yes, I am alive, well, still at large in Delhi. Trying very hard to meet a suddenly staggering workload, which is very difficult if you’ve done no work in the last three months. But the HT column should be back soon, have short stories to write for about five anthologies, am way behind on the Sarai project, and yes, I havent forgotten, I have a book to write.
But the good news is that I’ve just been commissioned to write a graphic novel series, which is something I’ve always wanted to do. Am trying to focus on that aspect of things, not the more work angle.
Life has been uniformly entertaining. Sarnath’s left for Germany, where he is living in a casle surrounded by forests, attending opera classes and pretending to write, Broto is back from his honeymoon, and has lost 6 kgs, the shameless pig, one can only wonder how much weight his wife has lost. Stoob has been picked up by the police for the 18th time. We’re moving house in a couple of weeks. Holi was magenta and blurry. Had Kettle Chips (Salsa with Mesquite) (sp?) again (massive London nostalgia trip happened. Saw Sherpa again, leaping from roof to roof. The sister was visited (she has baby 1 next month) and glamorous women have been passing by.
Things are ok, actually.
Wont promise to blog regularly, but will sidle in and blog whenever I can.
It feels nice, blogging. I’d almost forgotten.