If there's one thing that all artists share in common, irrespective of the discipline they work in, it's their craving for appreciation. It's something that we live for, something that fuels the engine of our creativity; we love to be praised and to be commended for our work. Human nature is such that it always… Continue reading The Importance Of Criticism
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The Definition Of Success In Self Publishing
We all have expectations when self-publishing a book. We all want the book to do well, we want people to read it, we want reviews and feedbacks, and we want royalties. In short, we want the book to be successful. But what really defines the success of a self-published book? The common parameter for gauging… Continue reading The Definition Of Success In Self Publishing
Memories Of The Deadman
I just finished watching the documentary series Undertaker: The Last Ride on WWE Network and I feel like I have to talk a bit about it and pay a little tribute of my own to the character of The Undertaker and the man who has been playing it for thirty years - Mark Callaway. For… Continue reading Memories Of The Deadman
The Fascinating Thing Called Time
If you read my upcoming short story collection "Beyond The Grey Line" you will understand how fascinated I am with the concept of time. Most of the stories in it explore time in different ways and questions the singular pattern of time that we think is sacrosanct. So, is time really singular? Does it really… Continue reading The Fascinating Thing Called Time
MY PET, MY CHILD, MY FRIEND
Different people have different reasons to bring home a dog. Some buy a dog just to obtain a little companionship, some as a gift for their children, some because the neighbor has recently bought one and some are just used to them and having a dog is like a necessity of their lives but the… Continue reading MY PET, MY CHILD, MY FRIEND
MY UNKNOWN GIRLFRIEND
I found myself in a lakeside party. It felt odd because I don't usually go to parties even if it is thrown by a friend but here I was amid a crowd of unknown faces and not knowing why I was here. I took a bottle of beer and sat quietly by myself in a… Continue reading MY UNKNOWN GIRLFRIEND