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THE MAHABHARATA CODE

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KARTHIK K.B.RAO



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“The Mahabharata Code is a personal account of the main protagonist Narayan Rao (NR), who claims to be an astronomer with NASA. NR and a few other crew members agree to take part in the NASA mission to visit this mystery planet from which they had received mysterious signals. Here, they meet a man with a long flowing white beard, and he introduces himself as Vyasa. He reveals that he has a crazy plan in mind and seeks NR and his members’ help in implementing this plan. He intends to recreate the entire Mahabharata on this planet to restore the faith of the primitive simpletons here. 


As the Mahabharata incidents start unfolding, NR realizes that Vyasa intends to recreate them page by page here, if not paragraph by paragraph. Also NR begins to realize that his son, Krishna, who is being groomed by Vyasa as Vishnu’s avatar, is nothing more than a pawn in Vyasa’s scheme of things. Other incidents of Mahabharata also unfold according to the original epic. Pandavas and Kauravas grow up hating each other and finally the restaging plan culminates with both the warring sets of cousins facing each other in the battlefield of Kurukshetra. 

Inexplicably, like the original epic, Arjuna develops cold feet seeing his own cousins, teachers and relatives on the opposite side. He seeks Krishna’s divine intervention. Is the brainwashed “alien” Krishna prepared for this intervention?”


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The Drunken Wife : Spotlight


 

Marriages Made in India

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HIS DRUNKEN WIFE


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Sundari Venkatraman


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The badass Shikha is startled when the nerdy Abhimanyu proposes marriage. She loves… herself, and Abhimanyu doesn’t figure on her list anywhere. For Abhimanyu, however, it was love at first sight when Shikha walked into RS Software, where the two of them work.

 

When Abhimanyu shows her that he just might be rich enough for her, a pleasantly surprised Shikha accepts his marriage proposal and moves into his swanky apartment.

 

But it looks like the love is all from only Abhi’s side as Shikha continues to drink herself crazy. Yeah, even at their wedding party.

 

And then Abhi sets out on a honeymoon to Thailand with His Drunken Wife…

 

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Sundari Venkatraman

His Drunken Wife is the ninth book authored by Sundari Venkatraman. This is a hot romance and is Book #2 of the 5-novella series titled Marriages Made in India; Book #1 being The Smitten Husband. Other published novels by the author are The Malhotra Bride, Meghna, The Runaway Bridegroom, The Madras Affair and An Autograph for Anjali—all romances. She also has a collection of romantic short stories called Matches Made in Heaven; and a collection of human interest stories called Tales of Sunshine. All of Sundari Venkatraman’s books are on Amazon Top 100 Bestsellers in India, USA, UK, Canada & Australia under both #romance & #drama categories.


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Spotlight : An Autograph For Anjali


AN AUTOGRAPH FOR ANJALI
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Sundari Venkatraman


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Jayant Mathur is found murdered in his bed, shot at point-blank range with his own revolver. Though she’s extremely disturbed by his death, Jayant’s wife Anjali is way more upset about something else. Who stands to gain by killing the multi-millionaire businessman?
Parth Bhardwaj is a friend and neighbour of the Mathurs. Parth is an author who goes by a pseudonym. He appears more than a friend to Anjali; while he’s also on good terms with her son Arjun who lives and studies in the UK. What role does he play in Anjali’s life? Jayant’s relatives are curious to know.
Jayant’s brother-in-law Rana is convinced that Parth and Anjali are the murderers. But Inspector Phadke has his own doubts about this theory. In comes Samrat, the private detective who appears as quiet as a mouse. Will he be able to find the murderer?
Will Anjali find happiness and peace?

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In 2014, Sundari self-published The Malhotra Bride (2nd Edition); Meghna; The Runaway Bridegroom; Flaming Sun Collection 1: Happily Ever Afters From India (Box Set) and Matches Made In Heaven (a collection of romantic short stories).
2015 brought yet another opportunity. Readomania came forward to traditionally publish this book – The Madras Affair – a mature romance set in Madras.
An Autograph for Anjali, a romance with a touch of suspense, is also a self-published novel. Going a step further, the author has published the paperback version through Notion Press.

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Spotlight : COLOR ME RICH


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Color Me Rich 

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Mohan Deep 

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A sensitive love story of a handsome and talented struggling painter Akash Saigal. What happens when he marries an extremely rich and beautiful artist and art investor Zenobia Taraporevala?

Prologue


J J School of Art, Mumbai.


Taking a charcoal pencil, Akash Saigal started drawing the wood-and-stone structure, popularly known as ‘Kipling Bungalow’. He was sketching sitting on a bench on which, in another era, K K Hebbar, M F Husain, Syed Haider Raza, Sadanand Bakre, V S Gaitonde, even Dadasaheb Phalke had sat with their sketchbooks, sketching the house where the author of The Jungle Book was born.


Ganpat Gupte appeared along with two of his gang. Gupte was the nephew of a minister, or so he claimed, and had the arrogance that comes with power.


“Ae Akash, kae karto?”


Akash looked up at the trio and said, “Nothing much. Just a drawing.”


“Okay. What is the day today?”


“Monday.”


“I should have known.Tere ko blue shirt hai na?”


Akash didn’t get the connection, but Gupte’s chamchas laughed knowingly.


“Didn’t you get it?”


“What?”


The three boys sang in unison, “Monday, blue shirt. Tuesday, black shirt. Wednesday, blue shirt. Thursday black shirt. Friday, blue shirt. Saturday, black shirt. Sunday…laundry!”


If Akash was hurt, he didn’t show it. He laughed sheepishly and continued sketching the bungalow.


But he would never forget this.


Today 


The elevator zoomed up, taking Akash directly to the penthouse on the 60th floor of Apollo Towers, and stopped with stomach-curdling smoothness. The door slid open to reveal his luxuriously done-up lounge.


He came out of the lift, turned down the passage, and walked over the deep-pile rug to the lounge.


He had returned from the salon.


He felt cleaner and fresher after his bimonthly facial – only Tanveer could give him a satisfactory shave – and pedicure. He liked to have his moustaches- like John Lennon’s – done like in the Sixties, and he liked sideburns.


His head was still heavy from drinking until the late hours, but he looked much better than he felt. His studio was to the right, almost hidden behind the lavish bar facing him as he entered.


Perched 550 feet above the city of Mumbai, he could see the Queen’s Necklace and the World Trade Centre. From Zenobia’s bedroom, the Gateway of India and the high dome of the Taj Mahal Hotel.


Pran smiled at him.


Akash returned the smile, picked up the bottle of Blue Label and poured himself a stiff drink.


“Isn’t it a little early for a drink?”


Without saying anything, Akash smiled, and switched on the TV.


The TV screen flashed a story over a video shot of Zenobia with him in happier times, followed by a shot of the Mumbai Police Commissioner’s heritage Gothic-style building and a subtitle: ‘Mumbai Police give clean chit to Akash Saigal.’


The newsreader said:


“Based on the findings of the forensic department and investigation, the Mumbai Police has declared the death of noted artist and socialite Zenobia Taraporevala suicide. It may be recalled that a year ago, Zenobia died from a fall from her 60th-floor penthouse. There were questions about her death. Was it a suicide, or an accident, or was she pushed to her death? Her husband, the famous artist Akash Saigal, was under a cloud all these months. It has now been established that tired of being confined to a wheel chair after a car accident, a depressed Zenobia committed suicide.”


Pran jumped out of his seat, still listening to the newsreader with open-mouthed amazement. He shouted: “Wow!”


Both the men hugged.


A shot of Prime Minister Narendra Modi now flashed on the screen, as the newsreader continued, “Prime Minister Narendra Modi will visit Singapore….”


Akash smiled tiredly at Pran.


“You already knew about it?”


Akash nodded and absent-mindedly picked up an envelope. He took out the card, glanced at it, and pushed it back. It was an invitation to his own function.


“Boss, when do we leave?” Pran asked.

“We have lots of time. The inauguration is after three hours, and the ministers never come on time. Agar aa bhi gaya toh hamari woh Fareeda baithi hai. Sambhal legi. Dad will take care of it. Chal baith, tu bhi le.”


“No, not me. I’m driving,” Pran said solemnly.


Akash knew that this was not the time to drink. He shouldn’t appear sloshed in front of the entire world and the prying media. He took another sip, and changed the news channel. 


And found himself staring at a picture of Zenobia on the screen. The still picture changed to a video shot of Zenobia and he at a party.


The newsreader was ranting:


“In India, the law mandates that the husband be questioned for cases involving the death of a woman within seven years of marriage. Akash and Zenobia had been married for barely two-and-a-half years. And Zenobia had died under mysterious circumstances, falling from the French window of her penthouse! The police always look for ‘the other woman’ in a case like this.”


The TV showed a shot of Suma, followed by a video shot of Suma and Akash emerging from the JW Marriott in Juhu. The newsreader went on: “And they found her in Suma. Suma Malkani, the beautiful ghazal singer.”


The State Minister for Cultural Affairs, Nanasaheb Palekar, was to launch the art school, named after Zenobia Taraporevala-Saigal, that evening at Powai. There had been several protests because of the controversy over her death, but the minister ignored them all.


A protest was planned for the same day by Kapila Khandelval’s NGO. It was unclear whether the NGO would go ahead with the protest or cancel it in view of the clean chit given to Akash by the police.


This project had been his baby and Zenobia’s dream. The government had given the land and the Taraporevalas had put in the money. Fareeda had inserted a business angle even in this dream project of Zenobia’s. The Zenobia-Akash Saigal School of Art had become the Zenobia-Akash Saigal School of Art and Business Management. She also had plans for a Madame Tussauds Wax Museum in an annex. The minister had given the nod for that, too.


Akash’s mobile rang.


He looked at the screen and let it ring.


Taking a sip of his drink, he moved towards his den. He stepped into his room, and before he could shut the door, the phone near the bar table rang.


“Boss?” Pran said. “Fareeda is on the line.”


Fareeda would be having kittens without him. Akash’s association with the project had given it respectability and even a cultural cause, and got the plot at one-eighth its market value, and all the permissions.


“Fuck her!” Akash said, but he answered the phone anyway. 


Fareeda seemed frantic.


“The media will be here in three hours. And the minister, too.”


Akash said, “Fuck the media!” and hung up.


The TV newsreader went on:


“Before Akash Saigal hit the big time, he lived in a small apartment in Adarsh Nagar, in the western suburbs. His paintings didn’t earn him enough to buy a decent vehicle. He travelled by buses and cabs. While Zenobia almost took a sabbatical, Akash shot to fame with his mixed media and three-dimensional installations after marrying her.”


Leaning against the soft, cool leather of a luxurious sofa, Akash said, “Cigarettes?”


Pran was already sliding open the glass door of a cabinet. A carton of Marlboros had just one packet left. He gave the packet to Akash, grinned, and threw the carton in the trash box.


They might have been sharing the same flashback, the same past.


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Mohan Deep, is an Indian author, painter and Feng Shui Master. Mohan Deep is the author of ‘The Mystery and Mystique of Madhubala’ (1996), ‘It’s My Life’ (Novel) (1997), ‘Simply Scandalous: Meena Kumari’ (1998), ‘Eurekha!’ – an unauthorized biography of Rekha. (1999), ‘Four Options’ (2000), ‘Feng Shui for the Bold & Beautiful, the Rich and Famous’ (2001) and ‘Nehru and the Tantrik Woman’ (2002). After a sabbatical of a decade, during which he touched upon the lives of people as a Feng Shui Master, he was back with The Five Foolish Virgins( 2013). Mohan Deep is arguably the only Indian author to write what is often described as controversial, unauthorized star biographies in India. Columnist-journalist and former editor of ‘Illustrated Weekly of India’, Khushwant Singh called him ‘a truly gifted gossip writer’. “The maverick writer”, like columnist-reviewer-poetess.

Tara Patel described him has also been called William Goldman of Bollywood’s stars (By Behram Contractor, the Editor of Afternoon Despatch & Courier) (Source) Kitty Kelly of India (By R K Bajaj, the Editor of ‘The Daily’). Interestingly, almost every book he has wrote/penned has invited controversies for its bold content.

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A Thousand Unspoken Words 

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Paulami Duttagupta 

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A hero, a person who displays great courage for the greater good, can also fall. But what happens to a fallen hero? A Thousand Unspoken Words is the unique journey of a hero who falls. 

The champion of the underdogs, the writer who uses the nom de plume Musafir is famous in Kolkata. His incisive criticism of the injustices around him earn him many enemies but he holds his ideals above all else. Scathing attacks at his books and a night of hide and seek from political goons leads Musafir unto a path he never liked, faraway from his ideals. He runs away and chooses the comforts of money over the travails of following one’s ideals. The hero falls. 

But Tilottama, passionate fan’s hopes don’t. When he comes back after many years, emotions, love and lust take charge and an affair brews. Will she bring back her hero? Will he rise again? Or will the thousand untold words, the many stories of the ideal writer be lost forever?

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Wahan kaun hai tera, Musafir jaayega kaha’, the retro radio show played the SD Burman classic. Tilottama looked at her radio once and tears blurred her vision.


‘O Sachin karta this song reminds me of him.’

Tilotamma quickly wiped her eyes and turned the radio off. The day had been taxing enough. She needed to unwind, get Musafir out of her mind. How crazy could some people get? He had just written a fictional piece. How could fiction humiliate a government in power with an absolute majority? Wasn’t this a democracy? How could the supporters of a faith or political party get all insecure and burn his books?

The object of Tilottama’s despair, Musafir, was a writer supposedly based out of Kolkata. He wrote books at irregular intervals, and hid behind the veil of anonymity. His pieces were mostly social commentaries and satires on the state of Bengal. They were all fictional but had come under severe criticism in the past few months. Little paperbacks in funny covers, his books were available in old, rambling, bookstores across the city. Some were also available with the book vendors on the footpaths of the city.

When the news of the pulping of Musafir’s books had reached her a couple of days ago, Tilottama hadn’t thought things would go beyond a protest or two. The people of the city wouldn’t let go of things without a sign of protest. They got agitated at trivial things like who was included in a cricket team, and burned effigies and tyres in protest. They took out processions for Vietnam and Gaza. They could protest against him; but there would also be scores who would come out for her Musafir. They did when Firaz was hounded for his paintings of Goddesses.

‘And when they come out in large numbers, these goons will realize what it feels like standing before a civil society. They just can’t stifle Musafir’, she had confidently told her friends. What she did not realize was Musafir wasn’t exactly popular with the masses. His works were mostly literary and catered to niche readers. Her admiration for him had made her assume he was more popular than he really was.

Things had happened much faster than expected and spiralled out of control. Musafir’s printing press was vandalized and set on fire. Even as she and other Musafir fans watched, his books were dumped into that raging fire; words and hopes lost. The hundred odd fans tried to put up a bravefight, sang songs of freedom and stood with placards. But nothing worked. A couple of local channels had tried to stand by them in solidarity. The protest ended as a camera was smashed by the hoodlums on the road. People started fleeing fearing more violence.


‘They would kill us if they could’, Tilottama angrily spat out. ‘We were just so outnumbered. These were organized cadres. Yes, they were. Their bosses just can’t pretend to be innocent.’

A handful of policemen stood by pretending as if nothing was happening. The printing press was in one of the dingier parts of North Kolkata. It mainly did odd jobs like printing leaflets and bills, a few little magazines etc. and would print Musafir’s books on the sly. That is where he gave shape to his voice. The place was reportedly registered in the name of a man long dead, and people were left guessing who Musafir was. Some said the owner was a refugee who was avenging years of discontent. Some said his son was murdered by members of the ruling party. Some said he was just a frustrated man using the medium to lend himself a voice. To some other the entire idea was amusing and fascinating.


Tilottama grimaced and wiped her face clean. She was cutting a very sorry picture indeed, covered in grime andtears. All she could think of was her Musafir. She fought back her tears wondering what could have happened to her hero. For the past couple of years a strong wind of incumbency was blowing and Musafir’s voice had become stronger. Everything came under Musafir’s attack; from Dhaniajhapi to the burning of monks, the ban on English in government run schools, the apathy in the use of computers and much more. However, recently he had become vocal against all forms of religious appeasement and challenged the special religious laws. He had also set the stage against land acquisition bills, mismanaged industrialization plans and pre-election harangues. Musafir wrote as many books as possible bringing the discrepancies to light. And that is what brought about his downfall.

Tilottama sat on her bed and hugged her knees to her chest and went over the events of the day. She bit back the memory of the man who had asked her to let go of her placard, but that face would just not fade. 


‘What had he called himself,’ she wondered, ‘Ayushmaan . . .no Riddhimaan.’


He was a photographer! How dispassionate could he be?He had watched the carnage, merrily taken snaps and asked her to throw away her placard. If even the press did not come out in support of Musafir, then who would? Weren’t both of them fighting to make the pen immortal? Why was the media silent now; because Musafir didn’t have international backing, or corporate sponsors? She was upset that Poltu had shamelessly praised the man. Riddhimaan and the likes of him would give importance to writers only if they had a South Block or Writers’ Building backing.


‘I wish this government goes down. They will go down. I promise you Musafir they will,’ she told herself.

The loud banging of her window pane broke her reverie. The rains had lashed Kolkata with all their fury that evening. 


‘Even Mother Nature is angry. Drown the city, drown all of us. Since we have nowhere to go and hide our shame,’ Tilottama said aloud.


She continued to rant as she shut the window. She had hurt her finger in the process. Then she walked into her bedroom looking for the first aid box. As she cleaned the cut, the antiseptic made her skin burn and her thoughts drifted to Musafir. There was no way to divert her mind. Maybe reading Musafir would help, or maybe writing. Musafir always said he wrote to look for answers. Maybe she could do that too. But nothing gave her peace; maybe she was obsessed with the writer. The gag on Musafir was beginning to become a personal loss to her.


About Paulami Duttagupta 

Paulami DuttaGupta is a novelist and screen writer. She shuttles between Kolkata and Shillong. She has worked as a radio artist, copy writer, journalist and a television analyst at various stages of her life, having been associated with AIR Shillong, The Times of India—Guwahati Shillong Plus, ETV Bangla, The Shillong Times, Akash Bangla and Sony Aath.As an author, her short stories have appeared in various anthologies and literary magazines. A Thousand Unspoken Words is her fourth book. Paulami also writes on politics, social issues and cinema. Her articles have appeared in Swarajya, The Forthright and NElive. 

Paulami is associated with cinema and her first film, Ri-Homeland of Uncertainty received the National Award for the Best Khasi Film. Her second film Onaatah—Of the Earth is at post production stage and will release in 2016. She is currently working on her third screenplay. A short film tentatively titled ‘Patjhar’ is also in the pipeline.

Paulami is a complete foodie and is almost obsessed with watching one film every day. She also loves reading—political and social commentaries are her favourite genre. Literature classics and books on cricket are also a part of her library, apart from a huge collection of romances. Jane Austen’s fictional character Mr. Darcy is her lifelong companion. She is an ardent fan of Rahul Dravid and has been following all news about him for almost twenty years now.

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THE OTHER END OF THE CORRIDOR by Sujata Rajpal


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Name of the Book: THE OTHER END OF THE CORRIDOR<br />

Author: Sujata Rajpal<br />

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1. <b><a href=”http://www.privytrifles.co.in/2015/02/book-review-other-end-of-corridor-

by.html” target=”_blank”>Privy Trifles</a>&nbsp;</b><br />

2. <b><a

href=”https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1228577242?book_show_action=true&amp;f

rom_review_page=1″ target=”_blank”>Aditi</a>&nbsp;</b><br />

3. <b><a

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rom_review_page=1″ target=”_blank”>Neelam Chandra</a>&nbsp;</b><br />

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When your dreams are tainted with lies and deceit, you have no other choice but to walk to the

other end of the corridor

Leela has nothing extraordinary about her except the dream to become famous. Her desires

take wings when she gets married to a handsome boy from a respectable family in Delhi. But her dreams

are shattered even before they have a chance to take flight.

She happens to meet two friends from a long forgotten past, which infuses hope and opens new

avenues to realize her dormant aspirations.

Leela delves into previously unexplored paths of deception and forbidden passions that only

make her stronger.

In an attempt to rediscover herself, she falls in love with life and with herself but her life takes a

sudden turn again…

No matter what, Leela will continue to chase her dreams.

Where does this journey take her?

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Sujata Rajpal 


Sujata Rajpal gave up her rewarding career as a Corporate Communication & PR

professional in an IT MNC to become a full-time author – so far the best decision of her life. Sujata holds

an MPhil degree in Economics and has studied Mass Communication from Panjab University,

Chandigarh. She also writes articles and short stories for publications and journals, such as Femina,

Deccan Herald, Star of Mysore. Her short stories have been published in E Fiction India and Women’s

Web. She is a yoga enthusiast and enjoys being a Toastmaster. She currently lives in Mysore.

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MARIJUANA DIARIES Compiler : Paulami Duttagupta Edited by : Nethra A.


Name of the Book : MARIJUANA DIARIES

Compiler : Paulami Duttagupta

Edited by : Nethra A.

Read some reviews:

1. Sundari Venkatraman

2. Nikita Jhanglani

3. Ruchi Singh

The Story:

Marijuana Diaries, an anthology on addiction and obsession, has 17 stories by new and

established writers. As writers introspect and celebrate addictions of various forms, the pages of this

diary fill up.


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Contributors: Gulzaar, Raghuvir Shekhawat,

Deepali Junjappa, Meera Bharadwaj,Priyaa Trippayar Sahasranaman, Subha N Nivedita and Dr. Tahmina

Khaleel Rochelle

Potkar, Paulami

DuttaGupta, Reshma

Ranjan, Rubina

Ramesh, Nehali

Lalwani, Nethra

Anjanappa, Janaki

Nagaraj, Aparajita

Dutta, Brindaa

Lakshmi and Ahana Mukherjee.

About the Editor

Paulami DuttaGupta 


Born in Shillong, many moons ago, with schooling at Loreto Convent, and an English Honors

from St. Edmunds College, Paulami Duttagupta started her career with All India Radio Shillong. She had

written and also given her voice to a few shows there. Later she came down to Kolkata and got a post

graduate degree in Comparative Literature from Jadavpur University. She had also taken up a fancy to

learning Spanish, but today confesses that she has forgotten most of it.

She has written for ‘The Times of India’ in the ‘Guwahati-Shillong plus Edition’ and also ‘The

Shillong Times’. Television had always attracted her and was connected to the Bangla TV industry for

about 6 years. She was associated with ETV- Bangla, Akash Bangla and Sony Aath in this period.

Having left her day job in 2012, Paulami took up full time writing. Her first novel, “Pinjar”

released in early 2012.

Her second novel “Unplanned Destiny” released in 2014. She is also the screenplay writer of the

national award winning Khasi film – “Ri Homeland of Uncertainty”.

“Ri” has been adapted into a novel and is releasing in Sepember’14.

She is currently working on her next project as movie script writer.

Apart from writing full length novels, she has written several short stories and articles. She has

also contributed to the “Minds@work Anthology” and the “Family Matters International Anthology” in

2013.

Recently she has contributed to the “Learning and Creativity Anthology” , “Her Story

Anthology”, and “Celebrating India – Love across Borders Anthology”.

When she is not writing or watching movies, Paulami is either reading biographies or classic

pieces of literature. Cricket, food, cinema, books and music are an integral part of her life.

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SITA’S CURSE: THE LANGUAGE OF DESIRE by Sreemoyee Piu Kundu


Name of the Book : SITA’S CURSE: THE LANGUAGE OF DESIRE

Author: Sreemoyee Piu Kundu

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1. Rubina Ramesh

2. Sridevi Datta

3. Priyanka Batra Harjai

The Story:

Somewhere, behind closed doors, in her solitary world; somewhere, under the sheets with an

indifferent lover; Somewhere, is a woman who will not be denied. Trapped for fifteen years in the

stranglehold of a dead marriage and soulless household domesticity, the beautiful, full-bodied and

passionate Meera Patel depends on her memories and her flights of fancy to soothe the aches that

wrack her body; to quieten an unquenchable need. Until one cataclysmic day in Mumbai, when she

finally breaks free… Bold, brazen and defiant, Sita’s Curse looks at the hypocrisy of Indian society and

tells the compelling story of a middle-class Indian housewife’s urgent need for love, respect, acceptance

and sexual fulfillment.

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Sreemoyee Piu Kundu 


Sreemoyee Piu Kundu is an ex lifestyle editor and PR vice president, and now a full-time novelist

based in Delhi. She is the author of Faraway Music and Sita’s Curse.

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THE EMPEROR’S RIDDLES by Satyarth Nayak


Name of the Book: THE EMPEROR’S RIDDLES

Author: Satyarth Nayak

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1. Rubina Ramesh

2. Shalini

3. Shree

The Story:

Carrying quotes from Amish Tripathi & Ashwin Sanghi on its cover, this new mystery

thriller, described by Hindustan Times as ‘a gripping tale of intrigue’and by The Hindu as a ‘heady mix of

history & mystery’, has already made it to several Top 10 Bestseller charts.

More terrifying than the savage murder of historian Ram Mathur on the ghats of Ganga, are the

questions that follow. Desperate for answers, Sia turns to esoteric writer & friend Om Patnaik. But

what begins as a hunt for the killer, becomes an extraordinary trail of riddles strewn across the country,

that must end at the gates of an enigma.

An ancient enigma so powerful that even gods would kill for it!!!

In another time and space, rules an Emperor who plays with phenomenal forces that make him

supreme…who faces these very forces when they threaten the survival of the human race. An Emperor

who must ultimately pay homage to the enigma…

As Patnaik and Sia race from one riddle to another, towards a royal secret that has remained

alive for centuries….will the final truth, save them or destroy them forever?

The path beckons. Can you solve The Emperor’s Riddles?

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Satyarth Nayak 


Satyarth Nayak is an author, script-writer & journalist based in Delhi. Holding a Masters

Degree in English Literature from St. Stephen’s College, Delhi, writing has always been a prolific passion.

His short story ‘Eve’ won the prestigious British Council Writers Circle Prize in 2006. In 2011, two of his

stories ‘Music and Lyrics’ and ‘The Opportunity’ were selected for the celebrated Chicken Soup for the

Soul series. As a TV journalist, he has worked with premier news channels like NDTV and CNN-IBN.

Working for CNN-IBN as a Health Correspondent, he was felicitated with the SAARC Heal Honour for

Excellence in Health Broadcasting Award in 2008.

His newly released debut thriller ”The Emperor’s Riddles” is a tribute to his uncanny interest in

the esoteric. This is his first full length novel.

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KALEIDOSCOPE: THE CHANGING COLORS OF LOVE by Rachna Gupta


Name of the Book : KALEIDOSCOPE: THE CHANGING COLORS OF

LOVE

Author: Rachna Gupta

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1. Kritika Narula

2. Anand

3. Tamanna Naik

The Story:

“Every beating heart will confess that once, at least once in their lifetime they were in

love.”

The collection of poems in this book talks about an emotion so strong that it has the potential to

create and destroy! Love in all its capacity has that aura around it; it needs to be felt and when it resides

in your soul you find it giving rise to feelings never experienced before. There is passion and tenderness

when being together, estrangement and pain when two souls are apart and then there is joy and relief

when bound together again. The 37 poems in this book talk about this amazing feeling as seen through

my eyes and felt in my heart!

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Rachna Gupta 


If poetry to you means a quest of meditative solace in the realms of nature’s beauty then,

inscriptions by Rachna Gupta is your gateway to a mystic appreciation of emotions and individuality.<br

Being brought up in the picturesque city of Siliguri – a little haven cozily tucked at the foothills of

the Eastern Himalayas; seeking inspiration from nature came spontaneously to Rachna. Blessed with a

childhood that’s reminiscent of untouched rural bliss, she would often sit under a mango tree writing in

her diary with the wind rustling her hair and whispering sweet nothings in her ears. It is no surprise that

her writings depict intense reverence to the power of nature; a divine unifying spirit that runs through

everything she pens on paper.

An avid reader and traveler; Rachna breathes a nomad’s soul which loves meeting people,

understanding new cultures and absorbing the vibrancy in aesthetics that various geographies have to

offer. She is also fond of music and cooking. Rachna has spent the last few years writing a variety of

articles for Buzzle.com and InfoJug.com. Her poems and short stories can be found on Writing.com and

her page on Facebook. Since 2013 her work has begun inviting recognition on well-regarded websites

like, Fablery and Wordweavers.com. She has published two of her poems in the December 2013 issue of

‘Taj Mahal Review’.

In a novel initiative beginning July 2014, Rachna brought to life her dream of sharing book

reviews and personal rendezvous with authors to her readers through her blog. The blog so far has

reviews of books written by acclaimed authors such as Paulo Coelho, Khalid Hosseini and Gulzar to name

a few. It also invites Guest posts by other authors to add to the novelty of its offerings.

Rachna’s penchant also lies in teaching English language to primary children and draws

inspiration in them by inculcating values of literature in budding years. Despite everything that keeps

her busy throughout the day, she religiously makes notes about little things that capture her attention.

At the end of day when the rest of the world sleeps, these notes are transformed into poems and stories

for the world to read!

A doting mother to her son, Rachna now lives in Pune with her husband and son.

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