There are two kinds of authors - subjective and objective. Introverts are more inward looking.

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there. The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather's dream was coming true and the trees were moving again.

I mostly write short stories. They are best written in a continuous creative process. You have a feel of immediacy.

I never break my journey at Deoli but i pass through as often as I can

Readers want more of the same from you. So stick to one genre.

To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks.

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer.