The point of no return

5:12 AM, 2nd January, 2009

Dear Mom,

It is here mom. The manuscript is sealed and sent to the inbox of Srishti Publications. 

Sunny has now taken form(s) a lot different from how he was born some 1.5 years ago. I am sure you would love him whenever you come to know that such a thing exists.

Each time I go for a feedback session and the reader mentions any particular line, my mind goes back to the train of thought that had led me to that sentence. I wonder if the feeling would subdue, now that the number of feedback might go up. And as I typed the mail to my editor, I have still given him two options for the title, whichever suits her best. 

The book should be in stands in a months time and has seen its share of ups and downs. The highs being more dominating than the lows as on 2-1-9. The effort seems to have already redeemed itself and the intangible dividend seems to have justified all the intangible input that has gone in. 

And as the point of no return is reached today and the manuscript is frozen, I am filled with a baseless, crude confidence in the final product and feel very well equiped for all the bricks and the bats, with indifference or equal ease.