I've been reading so many lovely books that I think it's finally time to write about them. When I am on a train with co-passengers I don't want to talk to (which is 99.999% of the time), I end up reading almost throughout the journey. And when it's a 20-hour journey ... Aubrey and the … [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!
Straight from the Blog
Six workshops with six different batches. Six hours of workshopping, one session after another. And it was so much fun! MIT Gurukul is using a mixed bunch of reading challenge books this year. Some children are reading Space Hop, some Creepy House, and some The Big Friendly Read. So, … [Read More...]
There are so many things I love about conducting workshops! I just finished a five-day creative writing workshop at Baner, and it was, as always, good fun. We began with limericks, that are always exciting. Sometimes, they're funny; sometimes, just fun. Here are a few the children came up with … [Read More...]
"The circus has come to Pune!" "Yes, and it can fly!" "Yes, and there are gymnasts jumping from the ceiling!" "Yes, and there is a flying unicorn!" "Yes, and there are singing koalas!" "Yes, and the tiger can bark!" "Yes, and the dogs are miaowing!" I love playing 'Yes, and ...' with … [Read More...]
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.