There are three types of fiction you will come across. Works which makes you stop and ask yourselves, ‘I can never ever write like this. This is absolute genius’. For example, Juggi Bhasin’s The Terrorist, Kiego Higashino’s Devotion of Suspect X to name a few. Then there are works which make you say out loud, ‘Fuck this! I can write so much better than this’ and the examples for these are peppered across any shelf which boasts of books being on display. Then there are works which fall somewhere in between this small spectrum. I know I am generalizing when I say this, but most of us start writing as a form of catharsis. And the things which we write are basically a deluge of emotions we feel and things which we experience. Ranging from heartbreaks, rebelling against societal norms and conventions, trying to tell people that all you want is somebody who will understand the things we don’t speak, to the thrill and excitement of your first kiss. Which I suppose is one of t...