imade plans, but they were incomplete. I saw dreams but in none of them was I an architect. I wrote like my life depended on it, but I knew it was for my eyes only. I didn’t have the courage to decline admission to an Architecture course in the UK. So I packed my bags and dragged my feet to a destiny I didn’t wish to reach.
In my 16 years, I have never believed in anything but today I can see I’m a firm believer in fate. I met a girl in University, she asked me, ‘How do you like your course?’, and I looked down and whispered, ‘It’s Okay’. I reciprocated the question, because it was only polite. She went on to tell me everything from introduction to archeology to her 10-year plan.
That’s the day I dropped out, flew back home and followed my dream.
Today I’m an author to 14 books, out of which 5 are International best sellers. I don’t know the girl’s name, I don’t even remember her face, but wherever she is, I owe her a whole damn lot.