In a few hours from now, I will get on a plane and head to India for the third time in six months. My fortune leaves me dazed (and jetlagged). This time, I am headed to Chennai on the invitation of The Hindu Lit For Life literary festival. My book - Foreign - has been shortlisted for The Hindu Prize 2013, along with four other books of literary fiction.
Of course, it would be nice to win. But it would be even nicer to know that I won because the judges (a formidable bunch!) were dogged about voting the best book. So, dear readers, may the best book win! Having said that, hey, is there really such a thing as the 'best' book? A book is only as good as its discerning readers. Yes?
All right, I must pack my bag. Chennai, here I come.