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I have been a traveler since I was born. My father was an officer in the Indian railways and as a result we moved frequently. My geographies were in a permanent state of flux, I was always moving away somewhere, perennially settling in, and soon, change became my constant. When I was nine or ten, my parents bought for me and my siblings a green canvas travel bag each for the frequent trips that we performed as a railway family. We were told to personalize our bags by painting our names and anything else we wanted on it. I decorated mine with flowers and used it to carry books, snacks, pens and drawing material. It accompanied me on our travels for many years – the contents changing as I grew older. Years later, when we left the Railways, that bag was finally discarded along with my father’s black Gladstone, eighteen steel trunks, five bedding rolls, a wooden crate that had carried our refrigerator, and several boxes of assorted packing material.

For several years now, I have become rooted in one city – Montreal. Yet, my perspectives remain those of a nomad. I am, emotionally and in my imagination, constantly travelling. To be in perpetual motion can, of course, be a dizzying, disconcerting thing. What keeps me anchored is the writing life. Writing is my passion and my profession. I translate everything I know, think, feel, experience, touch, see, or hear into the written word and although it can be an exhausting, often frustrating process, it is also exhilarating. Now in the travel-bag of memory and imagination, instead of toys and a change of clothes I carry words and stories.

I started writing features and short-stories for newspapers and magazines when I was seventeen, and, although I still, occasionally, write non-fiction, I am, at heart, a spinner of yarns. Fiction allows me to enter a world of imagination and fiddle with reality, interfere, play goddess with the lives I have cooked up, have fun sending them to places I might never dare or even wish to visit. With each new novel I explore vastly different characters and the extraordinary range of possibilities, situations and ideas present in their lives. My themes, however, remain universal -- love, loss, separation, heroism, despair, happiness.