If wishes were horses...

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Life is all about wishes. We wish for something and we get something else, only to realise that perhaps we were wishing for this more than what we thought we were. If you have been following my blog since inception (Ah! That sounds so technical!) But you get the sense of it right? If you have been here for a while you will know that I have had my own share of 'claim to fame' moments when I got published in anthologies and then ofcourse my solo collection Metro Diaries 1 & 2. After that of course things have been quiet for the longest now and honestly, I have no clue when I will have something huge to announce. THAT is actually the reason behind this post.

Since 2015 I have been working on my solo novel and successfully managed to complete 1.5 out of the 3 I have been dabbling with on and off. I have faced numerous rejections for the one that I have completed, more so because the publishers feel it is something extremely unheard of and hence will not sell. I will not be lying if I say I almost gave up on it and moved ahead to complete my next. Not out of dejection but because I understand what they are saying does have some merit in it. 

Recently while submitting the manuscript to yet another publisher, I came across a very unique criteria for submissions.  They wanted us to design our cover pages, could be hand made, painted or simple images but they wanted to see how we saw the book as, that is, if it got published. While designing that cover, I realised, how badly I believed in this book and how much I wanted it to see the daylight. 

So here I am, using this platform to put it out in the Universe as my wish. I want this book to be published in next three years and I want it to make a difference in someone's life, give them hope and remind them how beautiful it is to be alive. (**Amen**)


This is how I have imagined my cover to be and the blurb:

Laze on the sunny beaches of Australia, rediscover history in those ruins of Agra, drown your worries at the Varanasi Ghats or get lost in the endless roads of Pangong Lake – this book promises to infect you with an incurable wanderlust. Sprinkled with liberal doses of real life incidences and stories these pages capture the real magic of a place through its people in the perfect manner Be it the old man climbing the Sydney Eye at the age of 80 or the lonesome kid at Nubra Valley they promise to redefine life like never before. Fasten your seatbelts as you embark on a journey of a lifetime with The Lost Wanderer where the greys of life are accentuated to create the most spectacular silhouette to warm your insides. 

Can I have an Amen to this wish of mine?

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