One of the best parts about writing a book (apart from the actual writing of it) are all the invitations you get to go places and talk about it. I always feel like something of a fraud when I get up on those panels, ready to discourse on Indian Women And Sex or whatever the topic of the day is. A fraud because, well, I wasn't trying to make a statement or speak for Indian women in general, not with this blog, not with the book. I was just talking about stuff that happens, to me and sometimes to my limited circle of friends and acquaintances.
Anyway. That was a very long digression to get to my point. Which was about the cool part about being an author/blogger/general writer-at-large. I got an email last week talking about the Sulafest (which I had heard people making plans about and was very jealous) and asking if I wanted to come and write about it for my blog. If I did, they'd send me passes. One of my new year's resolutions was to always say 'yes' if a new experience presented itself. And I didn't need much convincing for this one. I was mentally checking off all the things I like: travelling, impromptu trips, wine, music, shopping? What's not to love? JC decided he didn't want to go at the last minute and so I made some calls and got a new friend, Christine, to come with.