This is what he remembers, as he sits in a bus at the end of the world, or just his journey, as he turns, to come back home: Memories of places that they were going to remember forever, held upside down and navigating to the middle of nowhere, with lots of laughter and fun. Clouds and sunrises and sunsets and colors, so many colors, but they keep getting blurrier somehow. A mom and a dad, almost like puppets going about busy days and sitting on the couch, snuggling. So warm. Hotels, guests, travellers, stories. Aren't they all the same, believing they are special, but aren't they, aren't we all?
When was the last time you returned from a journey? Would you travel if there was no one to come back to, to tell your stories and adventures to? Meet a man, coming back home, or at least the home he remembers - memory can be a fleeting butterfly - will you let him tell you his stories?
Tanmay is a law student by day, a storyteller by night, and a professional overthinker every moment in between. He’s the sort of person who carries a notebook wherever he goes—not necessarily because inspiration strikes often, but because it’s nice to pretend you’re prepared. When he’s not lost in the pages of legal texts or making up stories in his head, he’s holding a cricket bat, claiming it knows more about writing than he ever will.
So far, he’s written four books, though calling them books feels a little too formal—they’re more like pieces of himself stitched together with ink and sleepless nights. Cloud Shapes is a reverse travelogue, made for those who wander inward as much as outward. Circling the Sun is a coming-of-age story for anyone who’s ever felt like the world was spinning just a little out of sync. And Shoes For Men & Beasts, well, that’s a fantasy epic about power, loyalty, and the choices that shape us—or undo us.
But here’s the thing about Tanmay’s stories: they aren’t just tales. They’re tiny acts of rebellion against the quiet loneliness of growing up. They’re love letters to the restless kid he used to be, the one who believed in magic—not the kind with wands and spells, but the kind that makes you feel like someone, somewhere, understands.
A Beautiful exploration of fatherhood and loss. A very vivid and accurate description of the Western Maharashtra area as well as titbits about Pune. The art inside complements the story very well, and the emotional segments especially. Even though the scenes are short they never felt boring or unimpactful. The ending with the poetry segment is especially nice! A good short read that can be finished quickly but leaves an emotional impact much bigger than its page length. Will reccomend heavily!