JACOB PRINCE

Writing had been my passion since childhood. As kids, while I wrote short stories, my younger brother Regimon created sketches to accompany them. Together, we crafted handwritten magazines and circulated them during our high school years.

Within the family, we produced a handwritten daily newspaper, complete with our own brand name, imaginary advertisements, and news about home events. Our father was the President, and our mother was the Prime Minister.

Readers were plenty because ours was a large joint family, and everyone eagerly anticipated the daily newspaper each evening. Our elder brothers, Achenkunjachayan and Babuchayan, took the newspaper with pride to their workplaces, where their friends, who appreciated our creative efforts, were our first admirers outside the family.

Later, I sent my short stories and essays to various local media outlets, but they were often returned with regrets. Eventually, during my teenage years, a few of my works were accepted. However, that was also the time when my professional studies began, causing my writing skills to take a backseat. Now, as I near my retirement from a busy professional life, I am attempting to polish my innate skills and present to the world the stories I have long wanted to tell, beginning with my own turbulent and eventful experiences.

Life has unfurled as a reverie, wherein I am disposed to consign the bitter episodes to the recesses of memory's deep freezer, while I cherish the pleasant ones and press forward on the journey, resolved to relish the dream.