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THE GIRL FROM ROSTOV – OUT NOW!!!

When I first began writing this, it was only because I had a lot of time on my hands. I never really expected to finish it. I could tell you it was easy but I’d be lying. I must have gone through the entire thing tens of times before I came up with the final draft. This is the first book I’ve ever written so it’s kind of special that way. As a reader I liked what I came up with but then again I’m biased.

There were a lot of people who supported me and I’d be pretty much frecked without them. It’s just nice to know that there is someone, just about anyone who believes in you.

So I just want to thank everyone who’s helped me be who I want to be, supported me in anyway – Helped me with the editing, gone over the drafts with me, encouraged me, shared the book with other people and a million other things.

About the book –  THE GIRL FROM ROSTOV is a crime thriller/love story, but more importantly it’s also a story of loss and the range of human emotions that a person experiences following it. The orphaned niece of a Russian gangster/international spy and arms dealer must find out who killed her uncle and why. She teams up with the son of a millionaire who has his own set of demons from the past.

* A couple of chapters in the beginning of the book are situated in Russia while most of the other scenes occur in India.

I’m practically unknown so it’d be a huge help if you share this and tell your friends about it. Don’t do any of those things if you don’t actually like the book. Also don’ forget to leave me a review on Amazon and Goodreads, for that helps a lot. And once again thank you for taking the time to read what I wrote, I appreciate it.

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Good music is not hard to find (Six awesome songs that you did or didn’t know about)

 

 

 

 

 

Song for the day

UPCOMING ARTISTS – AXERO

 

 

SIX WORD STORY – LIARS

Writers are just very creative liars.

 

 

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WHITE LIGHTS – PART I

He turned right and stumbled into a long white empty corridor where he stopped. There was a solitary figure standing at the end of the corridor where there was a door, probably waiting to be called in. The figure was busy fidgeting with the buttons on his coat and glancing at the watch on his skinny wrist every minute or so. The man was preoccupied so much so that he did not notice Raheem spying on him until five minutes later. He pointed a finger at him and made a wiggling motion meant to call the boy to him. Raheem took a timid step forward. He knew that he was not supposed to be in this part of the ship but he could not ignore the man who was beckoning him with his outstretched finger. He would later recall that the man seemed to have a strange almost mystic control over him. He  started walking towards the man as if in a daze. Before he fully realized what he had done, he had already reached the other end of the corridor.

Raheem violently shook his head in order to clear it.The man was no longer there, instead the door which had been closed for as long as Raheem could remember now stood wide open. The room inside was dark but he could make out the shadows that were moving inside. Ignoring his mother’s warnings and his own apprehension, he stepped into the room and was swallowed by the darkness.

To be continued……

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Song for the day

Some say love is a burning thing

That it makes a fiery ring

Oh but I know love as a fading thing

Just as fickle as a feather in a stream

See, honey, I saw love,

You see it came to me

It puts its face up to my face so I could see

Yeah then I saw love disfigure me

Into something I am not recognizing

See the cage, it called. I said, come on in

I will not open myself up this way again

Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand

I will not lay like this for days now upon end

You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand

To be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands

You see the cage it called. I said, come on in

I will not open myself this way again.

You see the moon is bright in that treetop night

I see the shadows that we cast in the cold clean light

I might fear I go and my heart is white

And we race right out on the desert plains all night

So honey I am now, some broken thing

I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here

Now my heart is gold, my feet are right

And I’m racing out on the desert plains all night

So some say love is a burning thing

That it makes a fiery ring

All that I know love as a caging thing

Just a killer come to call from some awful dream

And all you folks, you come to see

You just to stand there in the glass looking at me

But my heart is wild, and my bones are steel

And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free

HELP THE GIRL FROM ROSTOV GET TO TOP 100

If you haven’t already bought the book, please buy a copy today and help get TGRF to top hundred in the Literature and Fiction category for India. 

Just click on this link  – https://www.amazon.in/dp/B01LDFM9EK

 

SHADOWS AND SLAVES

How is the dark unknown if you can define it as the dark? It is the light that is undefinable. Because even when you see you can never be sure of what it is that you are seeing. Faces are masks where your eyes are the only slits that allow a glimpse of the soul. Everyone has a slave in a shadow, it does what you do, when you do it. But as soon as it gets dark, the shadow gets a chance to escape and be free in whatever realm it is that shadows are free.

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BLURRED LINES

THE BEST WRITERS ARE THOSE THAT BLUR THE BOUNDARIES BETWEEN DREAMS AND REALITY.

 

 

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