Talking of Muskaan has been on my to-read list for a long time, and I finally bought it, read it and loved it. It was everything it promised to be - moving, relatable and real. Muskaan knows herself better than a lot of others her age. That does not make life easier for her; in fact, it … [Read More...]
Hello and welcome to my website!
I love writing for children, and I have been writing ever since I was seven. Hugely influenced by Enid Blyton, I began my publishing “career” at the age of seven and a half with a story about a dame (blame Enid Blyton for that) who hated plants. I went on to mice who turned into fairies and pixies who never drove or gave away their cars.
A little older now, I write stories for children about all kinds of things. I have a collection of short stories called The Story-Catcher, a few books on trains, and an odd story here and there. Many more are in the pipeline and will be available very soon.
I also conduct reading and writing workshops for children and, much to my surprise, for adults too. Adults are sometimes imaginative, much though they may try to hide it!
Author Leela Gour Broome addressed the Writers’ Club at St. Mary’s School, where many of the participants have read and bought her books. Read about her interaction with last year’s batch here.
I’ve just received the first prints of my third Railway Adventure for Middle Grade Readers – Back on Track. It will be available soon; meanwhile, explore the ones that have been published so far.
Straight from the Blog
Limericks are fun! Very often, during a short session on creative writing, we work with limericks. They're good fun, sparking much conversation and laughter. Many, many children love limericks too - one of my students even wrote a short story in limericks, which is part of Flickering Flames - … [Read More...]
I put a ten-rupee coin into the bubblegum machine Soon, bubblegums flew out and hit my head! For a moment, I wondered; then I realised That I'd put a hundred-rupee coin into the machine instead! - adapted from a poem written in about seven minutes by one of the participants at yesterday's … [Read More...]
If I wanted to make friends with Anne Shirley, I was Emily. I deliberately use the italics Emily loves; Mr Carpenter isn't here to censure! With a pang that borders on envy, I wonder, how could L.M. Montgomery create so many wonderful characters? Emily of New Moon tells the story … [Read More...]
Praise for The Story-Catcher
I was impressed with the scope of imagination here, and found the stories absolutely delightful. Starting with three tales of enchantment which I felt even very young children would enjoy, The Story Catcher goes on to casually introduce respect for tradition, awareness of the scope of the subconscious mind, the relative nature of problems, the different perspectives of parents and children, and other important concepts of life ...
I smiled, chuckled and even pushed away a lump in my throat as I turned the pages, consuming story after story. The Dictionary left me with a warm feeling and an urgent desire to jot down a note in my first French dictionary (handed down to me from my brother who got it from my cousins) even if it is 18 years too late! The Circus Boy left me with moist eyes and a lump in my throat and the last one ...
There is something strange about short stories written for children. They seem to exist in a land of sunshine and carefree distraction that we, adults (well we're supposed to be all grown up at any rate), find difficult to inhabit. With The Story-Catcher, I could remember what that felt like.
If a book written for children doesn't appeal to an adult reader who chooses to pick one and read, I reckon, the book is not too good for children either. The Story-Catcher by Varsha Seshan is a wonderful collection of stories - for children (and in my opinion for adults too).
Excerpts from a Few Books
“Dad, your generation didn’t even have mobile phones,” said Deven, firing up again. “Just because we do, you want to check on me, check on me, check on me all the time. Why can’t you just let me be?” Heaving his bag closer to his neck once more, he went into the room adjoining Chitra’s and slammed the door.
Renuka Tiwari gave a crooked smile. “The joys of having a teenaged son,” she commented.