Story of a story

You might have thought it’s yours. An ironical closing line or an eye catching opening and a few lines in between, and with these in mind you felt a new romance beseeched to be told*. Your intellect made you believe you knew what you needed to write and that you shall be the perfect raconteur....

Delhi O’ Delhi

The few regular readers who have been kind enough to give attention to my ramblings might find this entry a little run of the mill. And the ones who are reading something written by me for the first time or don’t know me well enough might not be too keen on knowing the tid bits...