And a story begins part IV
It has been 15 days since the last time I typed. It has been 15 days since I started writing a story, my so called true fiction. I have been doing nothing during the last 15 days. Suhas and I are also going distant. He is busy with his work and I am lost all the time. These 4 walls tend to eat me alive. I have been trying to find some time to concentrate and continue the story which I started. This is my usual story, I start something and then it goes away. This has to change; I have 45 days to submit this story to my editor cum publisher. I will be completely broke if I don’t sell this story. What can I do? The usual question starts doing the round. I better get some air. ---------- “How are you doing man?” Tomba asked me as I opened the gate to his house and parked my cycle. “Am alright dude, the ringing sound seems to be still there” I replied while picking up a ‘moda’ to park my butt. “You are one lucky dude you know, you could have died there man” Tomba continu