THE LETTER

I have everything today. I am the most read writer of the last two decades. I have presidents and prime ministers for friends. I only stay in the best of the best hotels when I travel and if I can’t find one of my liking, I fly to my nearest luxurious apartment or villas which I have almost in every capital of the best world. Some I bought and a few I got as gift. I was married twice… but I am not Salman Rushdie.

I didn’t write my first book at eight or 12, I wrote my first one when I was 30. I was not great at almost anything and that is what worked for me; I didn’t have any pressure to study a particular subject and focus on a particular career. I was driftwood.

“You would be nothing one day”, that what my mom shouted at me when she couldn’t get me to take up a law course. She didn’t know that I would be nothing but a writer of the greatest stature one day.

My first attempt at writing was at 16. The hormones were at peak and there was pressure to be seen with the best girl. I had a one in a million chance to be seen with the best but I had a soft corner for the second best. She had the best smile and the top of the line attitude to top it up. I fell for her… it just happened. I wrote a love letter which was never posted and never read by her.