Work on the next work of fiction is progressing at a really slow pace. I waste too much time on the internet, don't you know?
However, you can read a story by me over the next three issues of Femina. Let me know what you think of it. Am I wasting my time in short stories? Next Somerset Maugham? Clearly somewhere in between is not an acceptable answer.
I think sometime back, a commenter (hiya, just another mom) had asked if we were in the Kindle circuit yet, as in 'are your books available in a Kindle edition?' Not entirely surprisingly, the answer was in the negative. Well, as happens with these things, I got a mail today from the chief editor of Westland....and tadah....By The Water Cooler is now available on Kindle and The Nook. I was my usual nonchalant, woman-of-the-world self which is to say that I jumped off to check the same on my own Kindle (battery empty...shit...where is the damn charger...ah, right then...ooh, yes, it's there, see? Even a free sample. Naaaice!) and might have done a few pelvic thrusts and air punches in a graceful display of sheer delight. So yes, buy it on Kindle, kind Kindle-bearing folk.
In other news, we met Chandni of Bohemian Rhapsody fame recently.
Adi sauntered in from school and spotted a never-before-seen girl perched on the sofa in our living room. I offered to introduce them.
Me: Chandni, this is Adi and Adi, this is....
Me: Uh, yes, Chandu.
There is some furious calculation on the part of the boy. Hmmm, anyone who is called Chandu cannot be this boring old fogie's friend. That means, yes, this person has come to meet me!
From that point onwards, Chandu was pulled to the playroom and spent all her time chasing after the boy, feeding him lunch (which is a life-skill, you know, if you can feed a child, you are a rather special person. End of Mata Parul Devi's updesh) and generally having a good time chatting him up. Adi took to her to the point that he did not want to take a nap in case she went away while he slept (which she did) and asked for her the first thing after he woke up.
Chandni does not put her pictures on her blog but I do have some photographic evidence if ever it is needed that she is damn good with kids.
Ragini of course wailed and bawled being in the absolute throes of a delightful (not) stranger anxiety phase these days. But I remember Adi doing that to Sue and Kiran when they first met him so it's alright. She will grow out of it at some point too. I refuse to stress about it.
Since this blog also serves as the dossier for the reams and reams worth of newsprint that the Indian media devotes to us everyday (a tad bitter after being ignored for the Jaipur Lit Fest again, eh?), here is a list of my top five books that appeared in HT Cafe a while back.