The Reality of Fiction.
Some people fall in love with a person. Others fall in love with the wound they imagine that person carries. It had been almost three years since Mahesh had published his debut novel, "The Whisper in the Glass". He still remembered the struggle of writing it: the hours spent staring at an empty page, the frustration of knowing precisely what he wanted to express but being unable to find the words, and the humiliating frequency with which a carefully constructed sentence collapsed under the weight of its own grammar. There were days when a single paragraph consumed an entire evening. Other days, the thoughts simply refused to arrive. He had persevered, not because he was certain he possessed a writer's talent, but because certain observations refused to leave him alone until he had put them on paper. Mahesh was a stem cell researcher who had spent twelve years studying cellular behaviour in a government-funded laboratory attached to a hospital in Chennai. His r...
