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Rukhsat The Departure

Here is a lovely review by Kalyan who has blogged his review on the book!

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Book Reveal

Here is a book reveal - get a glimpse of the stories here.

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Interview with Book Lover's World

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Rukhsat The Departure - Author Interview

The Author's Intervie might interest you. Here is the link.

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H for Hemakshi

H for Hemakshi – Raag Jogia
She blinked. The neon lights were harsh. She saw the masked faces hovering above her. She knew. She felt nothing. She heard voices floating, voices of panic, of calm, of order. She blinked again. The baby was going and there was nothing she could do. She wanted to stop them; feel him again, one last time. She could not move her hand. Ah, the anesthesia once again, she thought to herself. She blinked. She had carried him for 7 months – he would have his features all formed – she had seen the ultra sound - the fingers, the feet, the face, the clenched fists. She had named him; Shankara. She whispered his name and it echoed in her head. She blinked. The neon light went out. The faces were going too, one by one. It was over - her thoughts were crystal clear. One face loomed over her - her husband’s. And she closed her eyes.
Rukhsat The Departure
Illustration by Anuradha Madan Kaul

C for Chitra – The Affair

C for Chitra – The Affair
Six years back he had gone to Bombay for a conference and had fallen in love with a girl. Few months later he confessed. The very next day Chitra bought two tickets to Bombay and dragging him by the scruff of his neck, landed in Bombay to confront the girl and her family. The girl might have taken the humiliation quietly had Chitra not made the mistake of berating her parents. She stood up from where she was sitting and spoke for ten minutes without a pause. When she finished, Chitra had her face buried in her palms, her husband was staring at his feet and the dog was snarling at them ominously. Her parents pretended they were elsewhere. Before booting them out, she told them she would keep the child.
From Rukhsat The Departure.
Illustration Anuradha Mada

Abhimanyu – In the Beginning

I felt the poison of anger raging around me, inside me, pulsating like an entity; anger at the one who betrayed and the one who took advantage of this betrayal. The anger of not being able to stop both. Then the flash of knife and the flowing blood, shimmering in the flames of the torches inside the chamber. Screams followed by hushed voices; bodies being dragged down a flight of stairs. The sound of digging and burying. Later, ruins all around as empires fell and one intrigue chased another through time while swords sliced and arrows whiz past, seeking hearts. Who was I and what was all this about? Why were most of the images that flitted through my head always dark and tinged with red? Rarely, very rarely were they warm and loving. So rarely were they, ever like the sun shining on a cold and shivering memory.

Extract from Rukhsat The Departure - Abhimanyu

Rukhsat The Departure

Where a story stops, another one begins. The thing with them is, they never walk alone. They always walk with a group of friends. Each reaches its own climax. Then with a final gasp of mortality and despair, fade away. No, they never die, they multiply. To the extent that the original gets lost and new ones are born. Over and over again. Yes, they get lost. No, they never die. They live on, permanently etched in the book of time. And from there, we borrow them and bring them alive. Again. And again. Here are twenty six of them, some standing alone and some chatting up with their long lost friends. When they depart, they leave a lingering fragrance of nostalgia and curiosity. What happened then?

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