On a top floor of a building that stands tall on one of the busiest lanes of Mumbai sub-burbs in Andheri are tiny rooms stacked next to each other like Lego bricks that complete a structure, yet are whole in themselves. It’s an office comprising smaller offices, typical of the city that has a big heart but a crunched space for its people. There’s no creativity to absorb walking past these compartments until you reach the last one, a brightly lit room inhabiting a table and two chairs and walls painted in different hues of sticky notes with short paragraphs written on them, resembling a storyboard. That’s screenwriter-author Anu Singh Choudhary’s writer’s room, her heaven.

The stairway to this heaven was 18 year long. The Ranchi girl took many detours, even including a brief stay in Mumbai on impulse, and later working in Delhi as a journalist, to finally land where she always felt belonged. "Yeh shehar chhodke toh nahi jaana," she begins.