In 2021, I wrote a book on Dil Chahta Hai. I have published it on Kindle. It is available on all Amazon websites. When I published it earlier, I had given away about 10-15 published copies to people who had asked for it and those who I thought would read it. I did not charge anything even though every book cost $35. But I thought people would read, as that is the only thing I really cared about. In retrospect, I should not have sent them because hardly any of them read it. I am not complaining or anything. It was simply not worth the time and expense of sending them. I was wondering if I should publish it on Kindle now, after all these years, but I thought, 'Let's do it.'
I have been thinking whether I have it in me to write another book. I have a few ideas. It could be a fictional book of short stories. I have a story about love and relationships that's been on my mind for a long time. I have another idea for an autobiographical book about navigating life in different countries (India, the US, and Luxembourg), which could be more akin to a guidebook. Doubts persist about whether it is genuinely worthwhile. Why bother? But a part of me keeps telling me to do it. Because I want to leave something behind for the world. Something to remember me. I have all these grand ideas, but I'm unable to bring them to life. I keep thinking my time is gone.
I have been watching Past Lives, and the ending gets me every time. We make so many choices, hoping they will work out in our future, but life keeps reminding us of our past.
Link for my book:
Amazon India: Dil Chahta Hai: The Heart Wants It
Amazon US: Dil Chahta Hai: The Heart Wants It