First Book!
There's something magical about "firsts", the flutter of anticipation, the rush of the unknown. For me, becoming a published author outside this beloved blog feels like that inaugural step toward a grander odyssey, much like a hero embarking on an epic quest in the tales I weave.
What makes this even more surreal? The pandemic handed me a launch experience no debut author could have scripted. I'm thrilled to share that my short story "The Work" graces the pages of You Are All I Need, a sparkling anthology of love stories curated by bestselling author Ravinder Singh. This first-time collaboration between Penguin India (Penguin Random House) and Romedy Now (Times Group) features 25 fresh voices, including mine, each with a bio.
Mark your calendars:
Kindle edition drops on 14th September 2020.
Paperback hits Amazon India and bookstores on 28th September 2020.
Dear readers, your support has already turned this into a bestseller in its opening weeks overwhelming doesn't begin to cover it. Grab a copy and let's celebrate these first-timer dreams together; after all, it's your reactions that fuel our stories.
Snapped a photo with the book? Tag me on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram. I can't wait to share and savour your reviews!
Thank you from the heart of this storyteller to yours.
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