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As 1st November comes upon us in a few hours from now, the excitement escalates. Whether it is the first attempt at NaNoWriMo, or the 7th (as in my case), the enthusiasm and a little something happening in the lower back and somewhere near the heart region (some say these are the signs of hyperventilation – same as what happened to Bella everytime she saw Edward Cullen) is present each and everytime.

As the ML (Municipal Liaison, aka Main Cheerleader and Motivator) for India, my greatest joy comes from motivating wrimos to fulfill their authorial goals. I, then, feel like a godparent to those novels which were born or brought up in NaNoWriMo.


Many blogposts have already been written about how to tackle NaNoWriMo (do check out the Wrimo India – NaNoWriMo Category on the right of this page).

Today I’m sharing with you a post which I wrote last year for the NaNoWriMo blog. Sharing it once again because the elements of  a novel haven’t really changed, even if the style of doing it might have, in a case or two.

Happy Writing and Reading, then:)

NaNoWriMo is an international event, and the stories being written every year reflect our hundreds of participating regions. We’re taking a Road Trip to NaNo to hear from our amazing volunteers and writers all around the world. Today, Sonia, our Municipal Liaison in the India region shares how to unite the diversity of description, plot, and motivation to write a great novel in November:

India is a land of diversities: physical features that range from the Himalayas to the oceans, weather that traverses the extremities; and cultural differences that encompass dress, food and language. These dissimilarities aside, there are three topics that make most Indians’ hearts beat faster: Bollywood, politics and cricket.

Bollywood, or How to Fill Your Novel with Song and Dance

Bollywood, as the Hindi film industry is known, is located in the city of Mumbai which is the financial capital of India. It is also the capital of beauty and emotions, which form the base of Bollywood. Hordes of starry-eyed youngsters throng the film studios with the hope of making their debuts in films whose earnings are inching closer and closer to what the Indian Mission to Mars cost. Emotions rule us Indians, and Bollywood turns those emotions into things we sing and dance about, no matter the genre.

Your NaNoWriMo novel, too, needs … Read more here.

BOOKMARK THE WORLD with TATA LITERATURE LIVE! – Mumbai’s favemost litfest

Because the Constitution of India confers on its citizens the Freedom of Speech and Expression does it mean that:

  • You can abuse anyone whose opinions are different from yours?
  • Ask for books/plays/movies/other events to be banned just because you consider the content to be objectionable?
  • The media can sensationalize certain news items to grab eyeballs while downplaying the others?

And so it was that on the 20th of this month, bestselling author Ravi Subramanian, cultural curator Deepa Gahlot and Literature Live! founder Anil Dharker interacted with a bunch of bloggers on “Is Freedom of Speech Threatening Democracy Itself” in which the above questions and more were dissected and discussed.

This event, held on a sultry evening, at Café Zoe, was a run-up to THE SIXTH EDITION of TATA Literature Live! Mumbai’s fave literary fest.


Ravi Subramanian was for complete personal freedom, be it religious or sexual and for strong punishment to be meted out to the key perps involved in curbing others’ freedoms. Deepa Gahlot gave the example of “Agnes of God,” a play that had to be held under police protection because a person objected to its content.

Many bloggers too shared their opinions and experiences. The interactions were exciting and thought-provoking and after a thorough discussion on trolling, the session came to a close with Mr. Anil Dharker pronouncing that too much freedom is as difficult to tackle as too little freedom.

Ravi Subramanian signs books for his fans.

Ravi Subramanian signs books for his fans.

After the talk: Nidhi and I pose on either side of Ravi Subramanian

After the talk:
Fans pose with Ravi Subramanian

But for lovers of literature there can never be such a thing as too many books or too much talk about books.

From 29th October to 1st November, Mumbaikars will be treated to a plethora of cultural offerings. 120 celebrated writers and thinkers from 14 countries across the world will converge on NCPA, Nariman Point and Prithvi Theatre, Juhu with panel discussions and book readings and conversations and debates and book launches, and performances and workshops which make Lit Live a truly international event.

Some not to be missed events:

Can we please agree to disagree?

If the discussion on freedom of expression interests you, catch this debate happening at Lit Live on the 29th of October:

Topic : Freedom of Expression Is In Imminent Danger
For the Motion: Shobhaa De and Sudheendra Kulkarni. Against the Motion: Nalin Kohli and Anupam Kher. Chair: Nik Gowing Sponsored by: Kalpvriksha

But how important are writers to a society? Can books change the world? If you ever pondered these questions then join Germaine Greer and Vikram Seth in the opening ceremony, as they too ponder and discuss these weighty matters.

And how important is it for your voice to be heard?

Topic: No time for silence
Highlights: Why writers feel the need to speak up
Nayantara Sahgal, TM Krishna Chair: Anuradha Sengupta

In this age of ‘Sansani Khez Khabrein’ how much of what we read in the media is true and how much is fabricated?

Topic: The Genuine Article
Highlights: Uncovering the truth in an ocean of headlines
Avirook Sen, Lorraine Adams, Rajdeep Sardesai Chair: Sidharth Bhatia

A writer is foremost a documenter of the time she lives in and love is the most documented emotion. Engage in this discussion about the depiction of love:

Topic: From Chughtai to Chick Lit
Highlights: The depiction of love through the ages
Anuja Chauhan, Poonam Saxena, Sandip Ro Chair: Paromita Vohra

Check out other interesting discussions too: about the position of women in Indian society, whether fiction is the best way to tell the truth, what makes one authentically an Indian.

Making a song and dance of stories

Check out: Comedy of Horrors
An interval-free hour of hair-raising stories of Ambrose Bierce and Edgar Allan Poe.

And: The River Runs Deep: Rhythm Divine II (Manipur, India)
Astad Deboo’s delicate and lyrical reimagination of Saratchand Thiyam’s poetry.

And, even this: Schlock, (UK)
Performance poet Hannah Silva rips up Fifty Shades of Grey, followed by short talk-back. 

A not-to-miss, especially for poetry lovers: Blank Page (India)
A celebration of contemporary Indian poetry through theatre, music & movement directed by Sunil Shanbag

And this: When it Rains (Canada)
A blackly funny social satire told in the form of a live-action existential graphic novel

And many, many more (Do check the link to the schedule, given below).

Learning is so much fun

A confession: I am a glutton for learning. Last year, the workshops at Lit Live conducted by international writers and performance artists provided some absolutely crazy learning.

This year, too, the lineup of workshops is as amazing.

Robert Sullivan will help us cross the threshold of a poem.

Lorraine Adams will take you through the different aspects of war that a writer might want to write about, even if he has never been in a war-like situation.

Jon Turney will introduce us to the difference between science writing and non-fiction writing.

S J Laidlaw will demonstrate how to create a compelling YA Narrative.

Exciting workshops for children include a Harry Potter Workshop by Arunima Roy while in an interactive workshop for children Karishma Attari will help to harness the imagination and urgency with which they tell stories and introduces them in a formal way to the elements of storytelling, respectively.

To register for the workshops, call on 9769145101 or send an email at

Yes, Seven of them

One of the most significant writers of postcolonial India, Kiran Nagarkar’s invaluable contribution to writing ranges from a riveting trilogy to landmark works in Marathi literature. The Tata Literature Live! Lifetime Achievement Award 2015 will be presented to Kiran Nagarkar at a glittering ceremony on the 1st of November.

“Kiran Nagarkar said, “I have spent half my adult life doing what I enjoy: writing. But it can just as often drive me round the bend. Laughter is the most serious weapon I have. But I would also hope that I can provoke my readers to question received wisdom and reject the dogmas that fuel violence and deadly intolerance. The Lifetime Achievement Award from Tata Literature Live! means a lot to me. It’s also a big responsibility.”

Besides this, there are six other awards which will be presented at the LitFest: Tata Literature Live! First Book Award for Fiction and Non-Fiction, Tata Literature Live! Book of the Year Award for Fiction and Non-Fiction, Tata Literature Live! Business Book Award and Tata Literature Live! Poet Laureate Award.

So, what are you waiting for? Get ready to dig into this exciting annual feast for the mind and the soul, from Thursday 29th October to Sunday, 1st November, at the NCPA and Prithvi Theatre, Mumbai.

The Schedule:
The Participants:
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1) To WritersMelon for a wonderful evening of tasty food, both for the body and soul, and with return gifts too.
2) To Ravi Subramanian for the personally signed copy of ‘The Bestseller, She Wrote.”
3) TATA Literature Live! for the pics used in this post).

The First Life of Vikram Roy The Ruby Iyer Series—by Laxmi Hariharan: An exclusive excerpt

I FREEZE, AND so does the man in front of me. Awareness comes into the Hulk aka Neil’s eyes the same time as mine. The silence around us is eerie … and deafening at the same time. The TV from the recreational room spews forth the endless, high pitched monotone of the news reader. It’s the only sound we can hear, other than the cawing of the ever-present crows outside. Then another shot has both of us dropping to the ground.

Neil crawls across to me, and mirroring my posture sits with his back to the wall. In a few seconds we’ve gone from adversaries to comrades in arms. I am realising there’s more to being part of the force than meets the eye. Perhaps being united for a common cause, for the larger good, really does give you a feel-good high. When you stand shoulder to shoulder with your team-mates, it makes you feel as if the power of your self is amplified many times.

“What can it be?” He whispers.

I shake my head and put a finger to my lips. Around me the other recruits have dropped to the floor, all in various stages of undress, but with eyes wary, most hugging the wall or the floor.

I hear the staccato of shots being fired, followed by yells and howls of pain. Then, the sound of something being smashed and everything goes quiet. The TV no longer chatters. I look to the open door. The recreation room is down at the end of the corridor. The sounds of shots get closer. Without giving myself a chance to think I make a run for the door slam it shut, lock it and it’s as if that’s a signal to the rest of the men to jump to their feet. Without a word, the ten of us scram to our bunks, pull on trousers and shoes.We get our hands on whatever weapon we can find. No guns, none of us have guns. So I grab my cricket bat. (As if that’s going to make a difference?)

Around me the others too are grabbing cricket bats and hockey sticks. Neil grabs an iron rod. An iron rod? Where did he get that from?  We drop to the floor, crouch and wait.

Should I hide under the bed? Nope, no way. Like, that is going to help.

And then a crash as the door is broken down, hacked by what looks like an axe till it’s in pieces on the floor and through it step through two men. One holding a machine gun, the other wielding an axe which he drops to the floor and instead grabs the the gun slung over his back. They are both wearing balaclavas, so we can’t see their features. Of medium height, they are muscular and dressed all in black: Black jeans and sweatshirts, their hair covered by the hoods. Their backs are to the door. They point their guns at us, signalling to us to put our hands up. I hesitate, not looking around but sense that the others too are not sure what to do. The first gunman points his gun at the nearest recruit … a boy just out of his teens and shoots him in the head.

There is a collective gasp from the room. A chill runs through me. Who are they? How did they break through the security measures of the force base? And then they are foolish enough to barge right into the heart of the training facilities of the force and shoot its cadets? Why? Why would they do that? The gunmen gesture to us and this time we follow their orders. We walk to the wall at the back of the bunkhouse and line up, hands on our heads, staring ahead.

An alarm rings out then. Finally! It’s been almost ten minutes since the shooting started. Still, the reinforcements should be here soon. Now all we need to do is keep these gun men distracted enough so they don’t kill us. As if reading my mind, the guy who’d shot the young recruit moves forward, his gun trained on us. I draw in a breath and hold it. The sweat trickles down my back. My heart is racing so fast I am sure if I look down I can see it leaping out of my chest. The gunman passes me, walks to the end of the line; then back to the middle where I am.

“You have no idea what this is about do you?” He asks.

He sounds young, as if he is barely a man himself. And something in his voice … muffled as it is, it sounds familiar. A faint recollection  grabs the edge of my mind, And then I forget everything because he leans close to Neil who is next to me, and smashes the butt of his gun into his stomach. Neil falls to the ground, moaning, holding his middle. I firm up my stomach muscles. I know I am next, I must be. I want to squeeze my eyes shut, but don’t. The gunman leans to the other side, and shoots another man in the head.

This chap collapses without a cry. What the fuck? I want to jump him right then, but that would be really stupid of me. I am not going to help anyone if I get killed will I? There are six of us left in the room now. One of the younger recruits lets out a sob, at which gunman no 2 holds his gun at him, so he shuts up immediately.

The gunman asks me, “Where are the plans?’

“What are you talking about?” I reply, trying to stay calm, struggling not to show how scared I am inside.

He only grins and in response, and without taking his eyes off me, holds his gun up and I know what what he is going to do and I scream. “No!” But it’s too late. This time he’s shot two more guys in succession. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. These guys are desperate, or crazy or both.

Besides me Neil stirs on the ground.

The gunman takes a deep breathe, as if trying to calm himself and says, “Don’t pretend to be dumb. If you don’t get me the blue prints of the security arrangements being planned by the force for Bombay; the one that you and your team mates are being trained for, then all the rest of you die too.”

Only six of us left now. Four young lives, gone just like that. I feel sick. What the fuck are these guys upto? And … and how do they know about the plans? This is top secret. The only reason I know about it, is because I’ve overheard the training officer speaking with the ACP about it on the phone last week. And only because I happened to be waiting outside his room then. And how does this gunman even know that I know the details?

My head begins to whirl trying to piece this together.

If they want to know about the new security arrangements, then likely they want to intercept it. But if they do that, it will be clear that there is a security breach and all that we’d do is change the arrangements. Unless… unless they plan to kill us all, once they get the information. It’s all the impetus I need. Without waiting a second I hurl myself at the man, using the surprise to slam his gun up, grab it from him and smash the butt in his face. Behind him the other guy raises his gun, but Neil pushes back from the floor like a human catapult and head butts him in the stomach. The man goes down firing shots in the air, one of which bounces off the wall and hits the remaining cadets on the far end. One of the other recruits takes a flying leap towards me trying to help me hold the gunman down. I scream out in fear, in pain, in warning; but already the gun is firing and this cadet too is hit.

I struggle with the gunman and am aware of Neil being hit in the face again and again, by the balaclava clad guy he’s jumped. My phone hidden below my pillow rings out.  It cuts through the sounds of the struggle. Then, suddenly the two gunmen jump up, let us go and we are free. The first gunman nods to my phone. I walk toward it pick it up and my instinct warns me about what is going to happen. No. No. No. It can’t be her. There is a missed call from an unknown number … and a message. Don’t open it, don’t.  I read the message which says,

<Well done. You passed your test. Are you ready for the next??>

What the fuck? I slam my phone on the ground and look up in time to see both gunmen flee. Chest heaving, the sweat pours down my forehead, down my shoulders, over my back; blood thudding in my ears I look to Neil, who is sprawled on the floor. Around me some of the wounded stir. The first boy who was shot moans, then pushes himself up and blinks.

“Wha-what happened?”

I run to him, drop down and rip apart his shirt to see the wound. Air bullets.Fake bullets. They hurt like a bitch but don’t kill. What was this? A hoax?A joke?Her kind of joke?

Behind me Neil’s voice rings out in surprise. “What the fuck was that all about?”

I sit back on my heels. I know who’s behind this. She’s putting me through the paces, that’s clear. Making me a soldier. She’s toughening me up, preparing me. But for what?

It will be many months before the full extent of her plan becomes clear. But only when it’s too late do I get the full picture. Timing. Yes it’s always going to be my problem.

About The First Life of Vikram Roy (Ruby Iyer Series)

The First Life of Vikram Roy

His family is being held to ransom by a deadly mastermind.

Vikram never should have left his family, but when Vikram’s father brings his half-brother Vishal home, life will never be the same.

Vikram thinks things will be better now that he’s gone. He’s met the love of his life, his future looks bright and then everything is shattered.

Now, his family’s life is hanging in the balance, and only Vikram can do what needs to be done to save them.

From the bestselling dystopian fiction author with over 200 reviews and ratings of her dystopia books across Goodreads, Amazon and other retailers.

“A killer ending and the pacing of the story and the build-up is really good. I related to Vikram, really liked it.” Richard Sheehan, Author and editor 

“I raced through the book… And the killer ending! Oh my God! It left me with a hangover, and makes me want to physically push the author to write the next book in the series faster.” Ritesh Kala, Book reviewer & blogger

If you’re looking for books like Hunger Games, then this dystopia romance series, The Ruby Iyer Series is it. 

About the origins of Ruby Iyer:


Growing up in Bombay, my daily commute to university was inevitably nightmarish. It’s just how public transport is here. The man behind you on the bus will brush up against you. You know you are going to be felt up on a crowded train platform. All you can do is accept it and get on. Or so you think. I did too, until, a young photojournalist was raped in the centre of Bombay in broad daylight.  It made me furious. Nothing had changed in this city in all these years. But what could I do about it? Then, I had a vision of this young girl who would not back down; who would follow her instincts, stand up for herself regardless of consequences.  Thus Ruby Iyer was born. Make no mistake, Ruby’s her own person. She leads. I follow. When I first started writing Ruby Iyer’s story, I didn’t think it would build into a series, that she would have a following on wattpad and that many teens would reach out to me on connecting with her. Many wrote in to tell me how much they loved Vikram Roy, Ruby’s super cool, sexy cop. And so I had to write Vik’s story too in The First Life of Vikram Roy. You can download the RUBY IYER DIARIES, the prequel novelette in the series free HERE

 About The Many Lives of Ruby Iyer

Ruby 2

2015 Readers’ Favorite (Bronze) YA Action

 YA Finalist 2015 IAN Book of the Year Award

Finalist 9th Annual Indie Excellence Awards

When her best friend is kidnapped, Ruby will stop at nothing to rescue him. 

Criminals run the streets of Bombay. Jam-packed with the worst degenerates. The city is a shell of the pride and joy it used to be.

Ruby knows something must be done, but it isn’t until her best friend is kidnapped by the despotic Dr Braganza that she knows that she and she alone must save city, save her best friend, save the world from total destruction. Armed only with Vikram, a cop-turned-rogue they are about to embark on a road they may never return from.

If you’re looking for fast-paced books like Hunger Games or dystopia fiction like Angelfall, the Ruby Iyer series is perfect for you.

From the bestselling dystopian fiction author with over 200 reviews and ratings of her dystopia books across Goodreads, Amazon and other retailers. If you love books like Divergent, this is for you.

“Laxmi is a storyteller who knows how to build worlds populated with endearingly down to earth bravehearts.” – Inma Martinez, world leading digital media strategist. 

“…A dystopian young adult novel that presents so much more than a singular, easy path.” – D. Donovan, (Midwest Book Reviews)


The First Life of Vikram Roy, The THIRD book in the RUBY IYER Series, launches this month. To celebrate the launch of the FIRST LIFE OF VIKRAM ROY I am giving away a $30 gift card/ paypal cash. Enter HERE. Winner will be drawn, Oct 1, 2015, and announced in my next newsletter.
I have often wanted to set up a channel to donate a portion of the lifelong earnings from the RUBY IYER series to the cause of the girl child in India. The fate of the Syrian child refugees have spurred me on to do something, NOW. So, all SEPTEMBER earnings from the RUBY IYER SERIES will be donated to SAVE THE CHILDREN: SUPPORT CHILD REFUGEES OF SYRIA. All the RUBY IYER books with their brand new covers, are on SALE all this month at 99p/c &Rs 69/49. Click HERE to buy them.

YOU can also donate to SAVE THE CHILDREN directly HERE 

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Romancing The City

For someone who could get lost inside even a tiny, cramped office typical of Mumbai and need directions to the exit, it was foolhardy to venture alone towards the Metro Station after a memorable meet-up with friends.

But adventure beckoned and the road thronged with Sunday revelers added to the thrill of walking alone on a beautiful Delhi road. Till I realized that I was lost. A wrong turn, perhaps? Not a problem, I thought, taking out my phone to call the friend whom I was staying with, to ask for directions.

My Blackberry was dead. Completely discharged. It had been acting like a diva ever since I landed in Delhi. Dropped calls. Texts that could not be replied to because Madam BB decided to get ‘hanged’ at that particular moment and rendering futile all efforts at re-booting. I shook the phone, willing it to start. Nada. Suddenly, the revelers began to look loutish and the road looked like the path to hell.

Where the hell was the Metro Station? It did not seem such a great idea to ask the people around for directions. In front of me loomed a large maidan which I was sure I had never seen before in my three or four trips to this side of Connaught Place.

I did not remember my friend’s phone number. I was supposed to call her from Saket station and she’d come pick me up. I did not know the way to her house.

I was stranded.

I wanted to cry.

It would be smarter to think of options rather than cry, I decided. Nothing came to mind, though. The landscape seemed like a vast blanket that seemed to come closer and closer as if to smother me. I took a deep breath. I am not sure I prayed but at that moment, I spied a portly Sikh gentleman, who, dressed in shorts and t-shirt, seemed to be out on his evening walk (which now I recollect, is quite strange because CP didn’t seem to be a residential area). With his salt-and-pepper bearded face and the saropa* tied around his head, he appeared to be a god-send.

Even then, not wanting to take a risk, I approached the gentleman casually, and summoning forth my most authentic Punjabi dialect, asked him directions to the Rajiv Chowk Metro station. He pointed to my left. I turned my head and hardly a few metres away, was the entrance to the station.

All the while I had been searching for the station on my right. Panic had made me blind to what was in front of me.

The station was crowded. I stood in the queue for the Yellow Line. At Saket, I’d search for a plug point, perhaps at one of the stores near the station, so I could charge my phone and retrieve my friend’s number.

As the train halted, I entered the compartment and right across, on the other side I saw PLUG POINTS. Two of them. I love you, Delhi Metro. I love you, Delhi.

Yes, I called my friend from the train and she was at the station by the time I reached.

Yes, this is a love story. The story of falling in love with a city.

(When I published an excerpt I’d written at a travel workshop, every reader wanted to know what happened next. They insisted I tell them how the story ended. For a long time, I desisted. But when Author Kiran Manral announced the All Aboard Contest, I decided it was time to come clean about my romance, about how I romanced the city, with all the thrills and the chills of a true love story – which perhaps might not be recognizable as one.

So here it is, above, in its entirety).

*Saropa: A gift of honour presented by the Sikh community. Usually a length of cloth, usually saffron in colour, for tying a turban or draped over the shoulders.

TORNADO GIVEAWAY 2 presents Book 36: THE SECOND COMING by Shubha Menon

Name of the Book: THE SECOND COMING
Author: Shubha Menon

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The Story:

A wedding planner who believes in fairytale weddings, Mini yearns for romance in her own marriage. The magic of the initial years has vanished, leaving behind a hunger that she assuages with chocolate. Mini would love to change her situation, but she is over the hill, overweight and under confident. The chances of having a hot affair with a happening man are dim, if not non-existent.
An erstwhile royal scion decides to wed a Bollywood starlet and Mini is sent to Mumbai to plan the celebrations. The manager of the Mumbai office is young Rustom, the answer to Mini’s secret dreams. Goaded by impending menopause, Mini decides it’s now or never. She simply has to take a second stab at romance.
Rustom is a ladies man. He is also married, and a skirt chaser. Mini decides to shape up and get into the kind of skirts Rustom would want to chase.
Working together closely, Rustom and Mini fall into each others’ arms. Meanwhile, her husband gets wind of the affair and tries to reclaim her. Now Mini must choose between heady romance and steady matrimony.
But soon, Mini discovers that her romantic idol has feet of clay. In a dramatic end, the trusty husband stages a timely rescue. And Mini learns that a rock solid husband is worth many a dream lover.
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Shubha Menon 
Shubha Menon is a Senior Creative Director with Ogilvy Delhi. She has been born and brought up in New Delhi and loves the city for its trees, spring flowers and most of all, for the buffet of cultural events it offers.A self-confessed workshop junkie, she has attended weekend classes on screenplay writing, film appreciation, yoga, Buddhism, Sufism, chakra healing and salsa, among others.

Her favourite thing on earth is to read. She is also crazy about Dachshunds, flowers, babies, quawaalis and shoes.  She hates horror movies and ghost stories. Her other bugbear is Mathematics and numbers give her a headache.

She lives in Delhi with her husband, daughter and two dogs.

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TORNADO GIVEAWAY 2 Presents Book 35: LEMON GIRL by Jyoti Arora

Name of the Book: LEMON GIRL
Author: Jyoti Arora

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The Story:

‘It’s all your fault.’
Mere words these are.
“But words can possess a shadow invincible enough to rob even a soul of its eternity.”
In a society that finds it easier to mark sins of a victim than the culprit, Nirvi is a young girl punishing herself for the faults she did not do and avenging her hurts by defeating her own truth.
She is scared of her future, and ashamed of her past. She is failing herself, and knows it. She has had a long line of boyfriends, and hated them all. She detests the guy she is living with, runs away from the one she loves , and seduces the one who can never love her.
When Arsh first sees Nirvi, she’s a free and frank girl in whose eyes sparkle the lemony zest of life. The next time he sees her, she is a voiceless doll draped in clothes that cover her body less and shroud her soul more. And Arsh can’t rest till he finds out what made Nirvi give up her own real self.
Nirvi knows she is dragging herself on a path from which there can be no recovery. Can her spirit survive the treacherous downfall? Or is the pull of fear and push of desperation just too strong to withstand for a girl who believes she has “nowhere else to go” but down.
“When it’s time for you to fall in love, even a lemon can become the cause of it,” says Arsh.
But can love survive, when even the self love dies?
Can love survive when respect is no more?
Does true love have the power to revive a dying soul?
Find out in the pages of this brilliantly woven, intense, heart-warming and thought-provoking saga of RISING IN LOVE…
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Jyoti Arora 
Jyoti Arora lives in Ghaziabad, India. Jyoti Arora is a Post Graduate in English Literature and Applied Psychology. Her writing achievements include two novels, three blogs, several wins in national level blog competitions, over five years of freelance writing experience, developing books for kids and abridging 24 famous English novels like Jane Eyre, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn etc.Jyoti’s first novel, Dream’s Sake, was published in 2011 by V&S Publishers. It received great reviews and much appreciation from readers.

Books have always been Jyoti’s best friends. In fact, books so fascinated her from early childhood that she learnt reading, by herself, even before she started going to school. And she considers herself most fortunate that she is able to pursue her dream of being a novelist and work at what she loves best.

However, if books are Jyoti’s first love, and she’s still very devoted to them, the thrilling and steadily advancing world of technology also fascinates her. As a result, one of Jyoti’s blogs is a technological blog called Techn0Treats. In 2011, a post in this blog won her the title of Samsung Mobiler when Samsung made her a part of the team of twenty bloggers chosen from all over India through a blogging competition. In this team of twenty bloggers, she was the only woman and perhaps the only one who had studied literature instead of science. As a Samsung Mobiler,

Jyoti is a patient of Thalassemia Major which forced her to stop going to school after class seventh. After that, she continued her studies on her own through correspondence courses. Her zest to overcome her medical problems and zeal to achieve success keeps her striving on with her endeavors to make her dreams come true.

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TORNADO GIVEAWAY 2 Presents Book 34: CAFÉ LATTE by Amit Shankar

Name of the Book: CAFÉ LATTE
Author: Amit Shankar

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1. Inderpreet Kaur Uppal
2. Amrit Sinha
3. Rashi Gaur

The Story:

18 UNUSUAL short stories…
We are brought up listening to and reading stories, which make us form a clichéd framework of expectations and concepts about life. Café Latte takes you on a tantalizing foray into the unusual with some refreshing and some startling stories. A young man, Bikash, is delivered a message through paranormal forces while waiting on the railway platform; A doctor snaps a young man back to life by promising to help him commit suicide. A poor boy, Lokesh, dreams of people at a cinema night show perishing in a fire. Will his desperate attempts to save some lives succeed? ‘The Other Side’ is the story of a nymphomaniac fighting her desperate craving for sex. ‘Smart TV’ showcases a smart sales performer, Raj, buying his wife and daughter an expensive TV to cover his affair. ‘Code of Honor’ is a poignant tale of an army jawaan and his last letter to his son who shuns the army. The stories cover a broad spectrum of people and events and have us turning the pages eagerly for the twist in the end. So shed the mundane, become a fearless traveller and savor a fresh approach towards the enigma called Life.
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Amit Shankar 
With over a decade of advertising and marketing experience, during his advertising stint, as a Copywriter and a Creative Director, he leveraged his creative panache backed by a solid strategic thinking. No wonder, his campaigns bagged some of the biggest creative as well as strategic marketing and communication awards. Having worked with some of world’s biggest and hottest advertising agencies, he has worked spearheaded brands like Nestle, UNICEF, Cisco, HP, GM, Pedigree, Microsoft, Honda, Canon and Toshiba.From advertising, he moved to the next level, marketing and joined one of the largest global telecom brands. It was here that he decided to take a break and tell a story on a larger format.

Released in 2010, his debut novel, Flight of the Hilsa was widely accepted and appreciated. Next year, in 2011, he launched, Chapter 11. Both these went on to become national best sellers.

His passion includes music, biking and photography and list of Gods; Clapton, Slash, Blackmore, Santana, Satriani, Vie and Stevie Ray Vaughan.

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Author: Yashodhara Lal

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2. Sankalpita Singh
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The Story:

This is not your typical boy-meets-girl story. Okay, they do meet, but there are some complications.
Trish is twenty-eight. She’s unemployed, overweight, single and snarky. She knows all that. And if one more person – just one more person – tries to fix her, she might explode. Sahil is thirty-five. He has superpowers. Well, kind of. He seems to think so, anyway. He’s also hot (okay, in a geeky kind of way, but still). And he plays the guitar, helps the underprivileged and talks about his feelings. Aren’t guys like that supposed to exist only in fantasies?
When Trish and Sahil meet, magic happens. Real magic, you know, like fireworks, electricity, that sort of thing. But here’s the problem. Trish doesn’t want anyone in her life. She has enough to deal with – dependent parents, flaky neighbours, bitchy editors, the works. And yet, Sahil is determined to be in her life.
From the bestselling author of Just Married, Please Excuse and Sorting Out Sid, here is another zinger of a book.
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Yashodhara Lal 
Yashodhara Lal’s USP is in taking the ordinary and making it hilarious. She graduated from IIM-Bangalore in 2002 and has over 12 years of experience in the Marketing Domain across two large corporations in FMCG and media. She lives in Gurgaon with her husband Vijay, and the three small children they call Peanut, Pickle and Papad – all of whom never fail to provide her with material for her entertaining blog at’Just Married, Please Excuse’ is her first book. ‘Sorting Out Sid’ is her latest work of fiction.

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Tornado Giveaway 2 Presents Book 21: MARIJUANA DIARIES Compiled by Paulami Duttagupta

Name of the Book : MARIJUANA DIARIES

Compiler : Paulami Duttagupta

Edited by : Nethra A.

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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.

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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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Tornado Giveaway 2 Presents Book 20: SITA’S CURSE: THE LANGUAGE OF DESIRE by Sreemoyee Piu Kundu


Author: Sreemoyee Piu Kundu

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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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