Writing, like any other art, is all-absorbing. It grows on you and eventually grips your mind completely. Your pen becomes your constant companion and you are happiest when making use of it. This is how the art of writing has captivated me. It has become part of me, I would be lost without it.
For a long time, I concealed the notion of writing a novel based on a real life-story of a friend or an acquaintance who had connections with both the countries, India and Great Britain. Then, all of a sudden, an idea flashed through my mind; why not write about my own experiences? What could be more original than that. The germ was too strong and captivating to cast aside. I had intermittently been writing diaries since I started my new life in England and this factor more than anything else, gave me the courage and confidence I needed to embark upon this fascinating task.
Being in Laindon has provided me with the much-desired opportunity to see my English friends and neighbours at play, at work and often in physical and mental distress. I have tried to understand their feelings, their characteristics and their general mode of life. I have eagerly adapted some of their ways, which have proved invaluable to me.
The incidents and the character sketches I have given are quite original, along with my own impressions of them. To save embarrassment to some of my friends and acquaintances, I have presented them under different names.
Will this humble effort of mine help to further the cause of peace and good will between the two countries? I sincerely hope it will.