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For a writer, inspiration sometimes does not come easily. One has to go behind it with a club to be badgered out on the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it. I sometimes get stories from the most bizarre places. For me writing is an adventure. The other day in a party, I came across an old acquaintance, Josh. After exchanging the niceties, he asked what I was doing lately. My retort came as nothing much of value.  He casually enquired, if I was interested in joining him for a tete a tete with spirits. Spirits, I looked around, and my eyes fell on the bartender, who was carrying some scotch to the other side. I said, there is enough scotch for getting into high spirits, why bother for another tete a tete for spirits! Uff, Josh exclaimed exasperated, I meant Ghosts, an interview with ghosts lah. Ghosts, I said, in a shrugging tone, do you of all people now buy that! Well said Josh, nothing harm in finding