To steal a phrase from John Barth’s maiden novel: this is me tuning my piano, getting the words to follow each other so the telling doesn’t fail the story.
Once there is a story, anyway. We will know because you will be back, drawn by a tugging, gnawing, nagging requirement for your next fix, like Novocaine.
And I will be wringing my hands, cursing myself for not preparing better, as we are swept away by the sheer force of something unbelievably banal and jejune.
We will know because I will have given up on tuning my piano, discarded the last of my vanity, these last shreds of self-reference. There will be nothing but the stories themselves.
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The author resides in Delhi.