When I was a young boy, my mother gazed at me with tender eyes and said, “Sajan, if you keep working hard, one day you'll become the vice-president of a top company.”
But seriously—for a long time I believed vice-president to be the absolute peak. Sajan, who’s the leader of the United States? Dick Cheney? (Wait…)
Parents! Dream more for your children! (Note: my mother to this day--god bless her heart--insists she thought vice-president the peak).
So before moving on from my odd anecdote shaded with a dull rainbow shroud, I present within a possible key, the one us writers’ leave so carelessly, perhaps in hopes that one may reach beyond our self-placed chains and tell us who we really are.
To weave and unweave the artist.
But on a more literal note, I plan on releasing a quality articles and short stories every blue moon.
It has taken much longer than expected for this site to be ready due to a crippling case of perfectionism, which helps in sparks but mainly conducts a torturous complacency.
So with relief and excitement and relief and relief, I extend an invitation to share this journey. Who knows where we’ll go… perhaps to the stars! Or maybe just to the middle of this