When I wrote this post, I hadn’t posted in a week…two weeks, I think. But apparently, my stats were booming. The highest read post was my first book I wrote 4-5 years back. Weirdly enough, no one was buying. How insulting. ๐คฃ๐คฃ๐คฃ You would think that how AI is “borrowing” my intelligence, it will at least pay for it.
Well, what can I say. I have surrendered to fates. Someday when I am dead for fifty years, someone will compile my stories, publish a bestseller and make money with them. That someone will clearly not be me or my family.
It is unfortunate how so many classic writers lived unrecognised (and died as paupers). It looks like a trend and makes me hopeful for the distant future; that may be I am not so hopeless; there could still be the lifetime service award, posthumus “Padmashree” award or Knighthood awaiting me.
Let’s see…ahem…I mean…the world will see (I will be gone for fifty years, remember). I guess, I shouldn’t be telling you…we don’t know which of you is going to outlive me, and I don’t want you complaining against me in heaven that I had sold you a lie…because that is all anyone is buying from me ๐คฃ๐คฃ๐คฃ
Weirdly enough, it doesn’t put me off writing. Infact, it takes off the pressure. I always had stage fear and the fact that no one will consider my work for another 50 years makes me feel relaxed. If anyone writes a thesis on the Portrayal of female characters by Shaily Agrawal, and they call me a feminist or worse, a sadist, at least I will be sitting in my own happy cloud. ๐คฃ
My daughter might be around to face the music but she is clever enough to spin a tearful tale of the painful childhood she had dealing with a crazy mother who saw a murderer mushrooms and fighter fairies. She will make millions out of that autobiography–“Being raised by a lunatic”.
All in all, not a bad deal with hope at the horizon–both for me and my daughter. Postumus Knighthood, here I come!

