Before we go any further, I should introduce you to the main players in this game of my life.
Baba: My father, a self-proclaimed "energetic finance geek".
Mama: My mother, who everybody proclaims is cute and huggable.
Bhai: My brother, the cute and huggable energetic marketing un-geek. (Mix and match of genes is responsible for this.)
Bhooki Shodi or BS: Our doggie-woggie-doo-dah-aren't-you-such-a-lovable-thinggg.
My gadgets: I am going to be upfront about this: I have a lot of gadgets. A lot. You'll get introduced to them as they show up in the chapters. If I list them here, I'll get a round of virtual kicks from all of you.
My muse: Nonexistent. I should be upfront about this, too. Inspiration strikes me randomly and without reason. Sorry, folks, no musings about the muse shall spring from this keyboard.
Me: I go through one addiction after another. Addiction to my phone, to the laptop, to Facebook, to Candy Crush, to-hey, I'll stop here. I don't want to give away the whole story in the introduction, now, do I?
Who are the main players in your life? To see mine in action, keep reading!
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Infinite Ink
Non-FictionHello, dear reader. Welcome to my story. Please, have a drink. Here are some chips and a cushion. Comfortable? Good. Let's get to know each other.
