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Book Club Blog Tour - Book Blitz - The Activist and the Capitalist by Vibha Batra

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THE STORY ....
“I’m not drunk – just a litt-le high.”
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On a magical moonlit night, Jai and Anusha meet and fall in love. When they meet again however, they discover that Jai is the crass capitalist developing Rasa Vihar, the heritage building that Anusha and her NGO are fighting to protect. Inevitably they clash, with neither willing to concede to the other. The problem is that although publicly they are enemies, in private, they are wildly attracted to each other. – but when secrets and betrayals enter the equation – things really begin to get out of control. 
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WILL THE ACTIVIST AND THE CAPITALIST EVER BE ABLE TO FIND COMMON GROUND?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Vibha Batra is an advertising consultant, author, poet, lyricist, and columnist. Her published books include: Sweet Sixteen (Yeah, Right!), Seventeen and Done (You Bet!), Eighteen and Wiser (Not quite!)--a young adult trilogy published by Penguin--Ishaavaasya Upanishad, a translation of her grandfather, Shri Vishnu Kant Shastri’s book published by Rupa Publications, a poetry collection titled Tongue-in-cheek and a collection of short stories titled A Twist of Lime. She has also contributed short stories (Indian Voices, Happy Birthday to Me, Urban Shots Love Collection, Down the Road, City of Gods, Vanilla Desires, 9.69 seconds, Chicken Soup) and poems (Dance of the Peacock, Suvarnarekha, 20-20) to several national andinternational anthologies and written for various magazines.
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Blogging from A to Z Challenge - Letter Z (Zing)

Z for Zing
Today’s post for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge is about the word “zing” that has a connection to love.

I am fascinated by languages as such, and especially by all the special words that are created over time. Onomatopoeia – words that sound like the meaning they stand for – are an intriguing topic in my opinion because they make me think of how languages probably started to come alive centuries ago. Some examples for such words are: sizzle, cuckoo, meow, boom – and zing. As for zing, it’s connected to love, my overall topic for the Blogging Challenge.

What’s zing, you might ask? I am rather fond of using it when describing someone’s reaction to their lover’s / love interest’s touch. Attraction shooting or crawling through the body, igniting the blood, causing awareness, accompanied by maybe a magical crackle, sizzling current and a special sound reserved for love.

Before I wax lyrical on this, let me leave you with a more coherent explanation:

Urban Dictionary: Zing. A word used by Dracula on the movie Hotel Transylvania for explaining to his daughter the sound fits the most to the feeling of true love.

Hotel Transylvania Wikia: A Zing is a feeling of true love. You only zing once in your life. When one feels a Zing, a pink light flashes over their eyes with an accompanying twinkle. This happens regardless of age and even if the the "Zingers" are not of the same race; mostly seen with Mavis and Jonathan, who are a vampire and human and nearly a century apart in age. Zinging seems to leave the Zingers momentarily disorientated. Mavis said she had a weird feeling, while Johnny said his head hurt (though it could have been from the fall).

If you want to know more about the uses and alternative meanings, check out this link.

The interesting thing is that I had no idea about the whole ‘Hotel Transylvania’ hype surrounding the word, but I still used it and will always use it in my writing. Here’s an example from my paranormal romance novel ‘Playing with Fire’, Book 1 of the Fire & Ice Trilogy and the 4 Elements of Love Series:

She stood rigid, desire coiling inside her like a snake waiting to pounce and feast. The hands of icy mist, not too cold when they collided with her heat, stroked over her hair. Their feather-light touch barely unsettled her curls, but sparks zinged through her body. One misty hand laid itself against her throat, pressing first softly and then harder, much as if she were tying a silk scarf around her neck too tightly. For a second, she was acutely aware of the possibility that he could exert more pressure and strangle her. The dragon inside her, growing with each shaky breath she took, grinned and twitched its tail harder, the thorny ridges on it gleaming like tiny knives.


Do you have a fascinating favourite word like that? Did you know about zing?

Blogging from A to Z Challenge - Letter Y (Yearning)

Y for Yearning
Today's post for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge continues my vampire short story. It's the 3rd and probably final part.

Part One - Obsession
Part Two - Soul Mate
Part Three - Yearning


For a moment that stretched infinitely long even for someone who knew eternity, there was no answer.
Damian felt his muscles clench in anxiety. Would she bolt now? Was this only happening in his head, delirious with wanting and yearning for a soul mate? Was she a mirage, an obsession strong enough to kill an Undead? A temptation that would remain out of his reach forever and ever?
But then his mysterious Sheila took some more steps forward, graceful and lithe with hidden power underneath just like in all of her gestures.
Who am I?
Did he imagine it or was there a hint of a smile in the tone of her thought voice?
As if to answer the silent question, her luscious lips curved into the smile he had detected simmering beneath the surface.
I am everything you’ve always wanted. I am the one you have been waiting for while the centuries rolled by in a meaningless blur or cut through you like a silver-tipped knife. I am yours – and you are mine.
Damian felt giddy elation and a hundred other emotions he couldn’t even name. Before he could stop himself, he bridged the last feet of distance between them to touch her, to make sure she was as real as a being so unearthly could be. How could he have ever mistaken her for a human when she was much more of a goddess if you looked closer?
He stopped himself just short of touching her, suddenly aware again that he was as cold as ice and as hard as stone. She might think him to be the right one for her, but what if reality would destroy her illusions the way it always happened with every mortal who romanticized vampires?
Her smile brightened, but there was a strange glint in her eyes that were as fathomless and deep as a hole drilled right to the core of the earth, lit with a secret, deeply buried fire.
Why do you always underestimate yourself and everyone else? she asked softly in his mind, and he flinched before composing himself.
How come she knew him so well? Had she been spying on him for centuries much in a way he had been spying on her for the last 65 days?
An infinitesimal nod confirmed his suspicion. He gasped, and suddenly the last piece of the puzzle fell into place. He knew, just like that. He knew who she was. She was the presence he had always sensed beside him, inside him. She was the silent voice in his head that had carried him through his darkest times—and oh, dark they had been, for he wasn’t called Damian the Dark for nothing. She was the being he had yearned for since he had been brought over into the Blood. His better half, his missing piece.
But who was she?!
He reached out and brushed the tips of his marble-like fingers ever so softly over the almost translucent skin at her long, slender neck. A life’s worth of desire and longing was contained in a gesture so seemingly simple, and he could feel himself and her tremble with the minimal contact.
Suddenly everything was a blur. The next thing he knew it, he had crushed her to his steely body in a vice-like embrace that would surely have broken a human’s bones like dry twigs giving way under a boot step. But she wasn’t human, and she held him with equal fervor, one of her hands grasping his jacket lapel like a wild cat sinking her claws into his very skin, the other hand cupping the back of his head. She, delicate yet impossibly strong female, managed what no normal being could have, and pulled his head down firmly.
His lips touched her neck, and they both froze. Inhaling her delectable scent that drove him mad with craving, Damian opened his mouth and sank his fangs into her skin.
It felt nothing like biting into human skin, and neither did it remind him of the countless times he had had to fight one of his own kind off by wounding him fatally.
Closing his eyes, he sank into the very essence of her, willingly giving himself over to oblivion.
The first few drops of blood were manna, an elixir of life and afterlife, impossible to describe in words.
Then information flowed into him like her delicious blood poured into his greedy mouth.
She was not from this world. She had travelled the galaxy to find a planet with beings worth her attention, and devoted herself to vampires whose very springing into existence she had witnessed eons ago.
His Sheila, so bold and beautiful, so mysterious, she had become the alien empress of his species, forever watching, sometimes interfering.
Was she even the maker of his kind? He didn’t know, for just as she seemed to reduce the flow of blood seeping from her body into his, she also cancelled herself off, gradually but firmly, blunting the edge of temporary rejection by murmuring endearments into his ear.
She, who knew every single vampire in existence, had singled him out to be her companion. She had chosen him, long before something in him had consciously chosen her.
He withdrew, although it was the most difficult thing he had ever done. Unwilling to let her go now that she was his—or that he was hers—he licked at the two bite marks on her neck that were already healing and fading. He sucked at the spot, marking her in a way his bite couldn’t and shouldn’t. Then he pressed a hungry kiss to her mouth, and she met his tongue with a readiness that shook him to the core.
You’re mine, she whispered in his mind.
And you’re mine, he answered silently.

Blogging from A to Z Challenge - Letter X (Xtra)

X for Xtra Effort
For today’s Blogging from A to Z Challenge post I am focusing on the extra effort we are willing to put in when we’re in love.

I firmly believe that being in love makes someone a better person. I also believe that we learn to recognize and love ourselves when we fall in love with someone else. This phenomenon is something I include in my romance novels, and that I see in many movies and real life too. We do things we thought we’d never be able to do or willing to do. We put in that extra bit that we wouldn’t spare if we weren’t in love.

Here’s a list of effects I think real love causes:
-    We are more willing to make compromises. I see that when love leads to marriage, for such a relationship would never be able without both partners agreeing to meet in the middle.
-    We travel that extra mile to meet with our loved one, sometimes hanging onto long-distance relationships.
-    We (women) want to feel extra beautiful and spend hours applying the right make-up and searching for the perfect outfit for a date.
-    We prepare extra tasty meals or buy presents as little extra tokens of affection.
-    We are especially forgiving because we don’t want to lose our love. Even if there are fights – and sometimes even bigger problems or cheating – many couples stick together and oversee behaviour they’d never tolerate if they weren’t buoyed and backed by love.

In movies and books, we frequently see people in love making sacrifices: They agree to quit their job or ditch their education, they move to a different place to live, they break their ties with friends and family, they put someone else’s dream above their own. If that isn’t extra effort, I don’t know what is.

How about you? Are you willing to make sacrifices for a relationship to work? What EXTRA do you invest into love?

Blogging from A to Z Challenge - Letter W (Wedding)

For today's post for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge, I'm sharing an excerpt from my contemporary romance novel "Saved in Sri Lanka", describing a Sri Lankan wedding.
W for Wedding
Sepalika watched the beach wedding, and part of her felt like crying while another part of her wanted to rave and rant and throw a fistful of sand. Although it caused such a mix of unwanted emotions and such a flood of unbidden thoughts, she couldn’t take her eyes off the scene unfolding before her.
As happened so often, a foreign couple had booked a wedding on the beach. Sri Lanka was a famous destination for weddings as much as for honeymoons, and the Bentota Beach Hotel had a fair share in bookings.
The groom had opted for a black suit that was classical and neat. The bride, resplendent and radiating happiness in palpable waves, was dressed in the traditional Southern style of Sri Lanka.
She wore an off-white silk sari pleated meticulously at the front and tucked in at the waist. The gathered fabric covered her chest in a diagonal shape and sneaked over one shoulder to fall to the ground at her back. The shiny cloth was richly embroidered with golden and silver thread, and sequins and little sparkling stones in white and amber had been worked into the silk. The low-cut, matching blouse showed a good deal of midriff and slim waist, its intricately decorated sleeves reaching the bride’s elbows. The sunlight, reflected and intensified by the ocean, glittered tantalizingly on the bride’s sari and turned all eyes on her.
Her blonde hair had been tied into a big bun at the back of her head, covered in garlands of fragrant white jasmine flowers. She wore the traditional Sri Lankan wedding jewelry consisting of seven golden chains with a fan-shaped pendant, each of a different length. The longest one looped down below her navel. A golden choker with an elaborate pendant of two swans encircled her neck. A golden headband with tiny white stones wound round her head, with a drop-like pendant resting on the upper center of her forehead.
A bouquet of white and golden, spray-painted flowers as well as a golden chain belt around her hips made the outfit complete.
The couple was accompanied by two flower girls dressed in dark pink silk frocks with bows, and by two bridesmaids who looked like her younger sisters and wore sleeveless dark pink maxis tied at the neck. Their bouquets consisted of white and pink orchids, and they wore matching flowers in their hair.
The ceremony was about to start, and Sepalika’s gut clenched. No, she would not allow memories of her engagement or terror-tinged fantasies about her wedding to cloud this experience. Pressing her lips firmly together and digging her fingers into the sand, she looked on.
Drums and the whining, wheedling sound of a traditional flute signaled that the time was right. A procession of ethnically dressed men led the way. After the drummers and the whirling dancers with their bare, gold-chained chests and tinkling anklets, the couple, its family and a handful of guests walked toward the structure erected in the middle of the beach.
The wedding dais consisted of a small stage with two steps leading up to it. The white arch served as a trellis for more flower garlands. The floor of the stage was covered in flower petals, and two clay pots with woven yellow branches of coconut flowers—an auspicious sign—stood like sentinels at the sides of it.

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And to read about my take on love and marriage, click here.

Some of my own wedding photos

Featured - New Release - Brotherly Love by Lindsay Downs

I've been really busy with the Blogging from A to Z Challenge posts, but of course my blog always has an open spot if one of my author friends celebrates a new release.
Brotherly Love by Lindsay Downs About the Book
Blurb- Brotherly Love!

Who will Lord Ethan Rosewood turn to when accused of murder?

The authorities don’t believe his innocence. In desperation, he seeks out his younger sister and her husband—Lord and Lady Markson.

Even though Lady Kristina and her brother haven’t seen eye to eye, she and her husband may be Ethan’s only chance to prove he’s not a killer. As events unfold and answers are demanded of Ethan, it becomes clearer who murdered the oldest son of The Duke of Clarion.

Kristina and Robert are on the trail of the murderer…but is it a man or a woman?  Or more than one person? The suspect attempts to kill Lord Markson, and he and Kristina realize  they are dealing with a madman who will take out anyone who stands in their way. Many lives are in danger and the killer must be brought to justice before anyone else suffers.

Will Kristina and Robert find the murderer before another body turns up?

Or will the killer prevail?


Excerpt- Brotherly Love!

“M’ lord and lady, the Earl and Countess of Crossington.”
“Mother, Father, welcome. Please come in and have a seat. Tea will be here in a moment,” Kristina said with a bright warm smile.
“My dear, might I steal His Lordship away for a few moments as I’ve a question to discuss with him,” Robert uttered softly. Accepting her nod, he turned to her father. “Eustace, if you’ll join me in my office so as not to disturb the ladies?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
Robert couldn’t miss the grin of relief the man wore, as if he seemed more than happy to escape whatever the two ladies planned on discussing.
Leaving the women to their tea and the news Kristina soon would impart to her mother, Robert led Eustace to the office. Once inside, Robert asked, “Whiskey? Or brandy?”
“The first as I suspect it’s from your distillery. If it is as excellent as I’ve heard I might have to invest a few pounds to assist in its production.”
“Sir, I do believe you’ll find it to be one of the finest, if not the best, single malt ever to come from the highlands,” Robert pronounced, handing over a glass then waved him to the chair in front of the desk.
Taking a seat, Robert waited patiently until Eustace took a sip of the amber liquid, smiled and nodded.
“Yes, without a doubt this is one of the finest. How may I obtain a cask?”
Robert started to answer when the sound of horses hooves in the forecourt brought his attention to the overlooking window. He was about to stand when Bing came rushing to the office door.
“M’ lords, pardon the interruption but Lord Ethan Rosewood is demanding to speak with Lord and Lady Markson,” the butler barely got out through his panted breaths.
“Wait a few minutes then have him escorted by two large footmen to Her Ladyship’s sitting room.” Robert then turned to Eustace. “I feel we should join the ladies and find out what he’s done or better still, not done.”
From the shocked expression on the man’s face, Robert surmised he didn’t have a hint so this would be an interesting interview. Not to mention dangerous for Ethan as he’d all but been banned from both their townhouse and estate by Kristina.
With drinks in hand, they removed themselves from the office and rejoined the ladies just as Kristina informed her mother of her change in condition.
“Congratulations, my dear and Lord Robert,” she declared as they entered.
“Thank you but right now we have a bigger problem. It seems Ethan has arrived, against my wife’s directive never to show his face here. At this moment he’s being brought to us,” Robert declared then stepped around behind his wife as he watched the man enter her sitting room.
“I apologize as I know I’m not welcome here but I need your help, Lord and Lady Markson. It would seem I’ve been accused of murdering Lord Martin Lange.”


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Author Lindsay Downs About the Author
I’ve been an avid readers ever since I was old enough to hold a red leather bound first edition copy of Sir Walter Scott’s The Lady of the Lake in my lap.

So it only seemed natural at some point in my life I take up pen and paper to start writing. Over time my skills slightly improved which I attribute to my English teachers.

My breakthrough came about in the mid 1970’s when I read a historical romance written by Sergeanne Golon, Angelique. This French husband and wife team opened my eyes to the real world of fiction. Stories about romance, beautiful damsels, handsome heroes and plots which kept me hooked. Of course, being a man, I had to keep my reading hidden from others as that wasn’t appropriate reading for men.

With this new found appreciation of the written word I took up other books and devoured them as a starving person would a plate of food. I them attempted to write again. I still wasn’t satisfied so I put it aside for years as other events entered my life.

Finally, in the early years of the new millennium I tried again to write and once again met with limited success. At least now I was able to get past the first page or two. Then, in 2006 a life changing event brought me back to my love, I took a job as a security officer. This allowed me plenty of time to read different genres.

My favourite was regency. As I poured through everyone I could get my hands on I knew this could be something I wanted to attempt.

Since 2012 when my debut regency romantic suspense released I was hooked and have, except for a few contemporaries, focused on this genre.

Since 2012 I’ve lived in central Texas. I’m also a member of Romance Writers of America and their local chapter.


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Blogging from A to Z Challenge - Letter V (Vow)

V for Vow
For today's post linked to the Blogging from A to Z Challenge, I chose to write a poem about a vow someone could make to their partner.


The Vow

I’ll make a vow
To love you eternally and not just now
And while I can’t promise that I won’t make you cry
I promise I’ll wipe away each tear I cause to fall
And turn every frown into a smile and happy sigh

I’ll make a vow
To nourish and protect you and let you grow
And while I’ll also cling to you like a vine
I promise I won’t hinder your upward climb
And celebrate each success of yours as if it were mine

I’ll make a vow
To serenade you with love songs beneath your window
And while I might also sing a sad song or two
I promise that all my ballads are reserved for you
And that I’ll play them on my heart strings too

I’ll make a vow
To swim along with you even against the flow
And while I might drown you in my dedication
I promise I’ll also be the life buoy of assurance
And find for your afflictions the right medication

I’ll make a vow
To rejoice and let my feelings for you show
And while I might seem ruled by an obsession
I promise I will forever treasure and revere you
And let you be my master instead of my possession

I’ll make a vow
To be by your side through every high and low
And while I might even sometimes pull you down
I promise I’ll also build a lofty palace for you
And adorn your head with my love’s shiny crown

I’ll make a vow
To love you eternally and not just now
And while my love for you might not be enough
I promise I’ll give you all of myself and more
And be there for you when the going gets tough

I’ll make a vow
That I’ll never break
And that’s the only promise
That I’ll ever make

Blogging from A to Z Challenge - Letter U (Unrequited Love)

U for Unrequited Love
Today’s post linked to the Blogging from A to Z Challenge sheds some light on unrequited love.

First of all, what does it even mean? Basically it means your love for someone is not reciprocated: You love someone but they don’t love you back. In some cases they might not even know about your feelings because you know you have no chance or because the love is forbidden and you hide your emotions from them. The internet sums it up well:

Image courtesy Google search When someone is suffering from unrequited love, they feel rejected and hopeless and face heartbreak or they become delusional and live in a dream world filled with wrong expectations and impossible hopes. It may be the case that a person convinces herself / himself that the love interest reciprocates the feelings, over-interpreting general kindness or politeness as a sign for returned affection. Many of us have experienced unrequited love during their teenage years (me included), and most of us somehow get over it. Here are some useful tips how to handle the problem: http://www.wikihow.com/Deal-With-Unrequited-Love

As usual, everything bad also has a good side. While it is undeniable that unrequited love leaves broken hearts behind and means emotional stress for everyone involved (the person in love as well as the object of their desires), this very feeling often unleashes a bout of creativity or even makes the person realize they’re worth much more and should search elsewhere. These articles confirm that some fabulous art has come from unreciprocated love: http://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/how-unrequited-love-can-make-us-more-creative/2015/02/12/525b38c2-ab2a-11e4-9c91-e9d2f9fde644_story.html

http://www.litdrift.com/2009/10/29/it-hurts-so-good-%E2-why-requited-love-is-less-interesting-and-15-favorite-instances-of-unrequited-love-in-fiction/

And here are some great books that deal with unrequited love: http://www.theweeklings.com/lisa-a-phillips/2015/02/11/the-50-greatest-unrequited-love-stories-ever/

Last but not least, a song with a perfect title and matching lyrics: I Can’t Make You Love Me (If You Don’t).

Blogging from A to Z Challenge - Letter T (True Love)

T for True Love
Timid is love
Like a green shoot poking through the fertile soil
To turn into a fragrant flower or to wither away

Tentative is love
Like the first rays of sunshine in the morning
An awakening of spirits, a dawning awareness

Tempting is love
Like a forbidden fruit dangling just out of reach
Ripe for plucking, but in someone else’s garden

Tenacious is love
Like a vine clinging to the last vestiges of hope
Not giving up despite the howling, shaking winds

Torturous is love
Like a self-inflicted barefoot walk over hot coals
Afire with desire, burning from the inside out

Tested is love
Like a bridge walked upon by many to cross over
To lands of unknown pleasures and battle fields

Terrible is love
Like cancer crawling through the body, stealthy silent death
Invading and infesting, crippling when left to its own devices

Tormenting is love
Like a mirage shimmering on the horizon in the desert heat
Full of promises never to be fulfilled and words left unspoken

Taunting is love
Like a fair maiden gazing down longingly from the balustrade
Of a fortified castle, with high walls that cannot be scaled

Trusting is love
Like the young bird spreading its wings for its first flight
Soaring high with its heart full of joy and determination

True is love
Like the earth eternally revolving around the sun
Sure and timeless like the laws of Mother Nature

True Love This post is linked to the Blogging from A to Z Challenge 2015. Do check out other posts from this month that I wrote in the form of poems matching my theme of LOVE.

Featured - Book Club Cover Reveal - Love, Again

Cover Reveal
Love Again 
by Shrruti Patole Clarence & Sumeetha Manikandan
A Double Header Novel

Blurb 


Love, Again is a double header novel published by Half Baked Beans andFablery with two novellas - A Tulip in the Desert by Shrruti Patole Clarence and These Lines of Mehendi by Sumeetha Manikandan.

TULIP IN THE DESERT SHRRUTI PATOLE CLARENCE
A historian in making, Charmaine has settled down in Amsterdam after her father migrated from India when she was very young. Life was picturesque until the final year of Graduation when she elected to specialize in Egyptology. Thereafter from the time she read the book about Cleopatra, revelation after revelation turns her world into a tornado!

Raj, another aspiring Historian, walks into her college and her life like a whirlwind. A simpleton from Delhi, Raj too finds mysteries unfolding before him from the time he enters the college library right through to their educational tour to Egypt.A series of events throws them together at every step of their college life despite Charmaine wanting to maintain a distance from ‘this’ natural charmer.

A twist of fate puts Raj and Charmaine in the most unthinkable situation that finally links back to their ‘revelations’. Raj must face a choice again…A choice of history over his love… or does he have the mettle to change history and create his own?

THESE LINES OF MEHENDI SUMEETHA MANIKANDAN
Beautiful and efficient Lalitha loved to deck up brides for their wedding, though her own marriage was in shambles. When her estranged husband suddenly commits suicide she realizes that things wouldn’t be the same again…

Shrikanth thought that he was a confirmed bachelor but when his mother refused to get herself treated for cancer unless he got married, he had to get a bride in a hurry.She needed a husband in name, to save her career while he needed to marry to please his mother. Will they find love second time around? Will they lower their shields and succumb to a mutual passion?
About 
The Authors
Shrruti Patole Clarence

Shrruti has been a voracious reader since early years and took to composing poems when she was very young. She has worked as an Aviation Manager for over ten years with various airlines, she has been on a sabbatical for her two son's aged six and one year respectively. She enjoys this welcome break from career, to be able to pursue her passion, writing!
She has to her credit six short stories featuring in different Anthologies; a Hindi poem featuring in Tumbhi’s contest Ehsaas judged by the famous screenwriter Javed Siddiqui.Shrruti is a warm and friendly person who loves music and watching sports when she is not writing.

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Sumeetha Manikandan
Sumeetha Manikandan is a freelance writer and an author who loves to write and base her plots on the tambrahm community of Mylapore, Chennai. She is the author of ‘The Perfect Groom’ that has been a best selling ebook on the top 50 charts of Amazon India ever since its publication in 2013. 
An avid reader, she loves to read across different genres – romance, historical fiction, non-fiction, mystery, fantasy etc. A history buff to the core, she is currently translating Ponniyin Selvan – the evergreen tamil classic epic history by Kalki Krishnamurthy into English.
Married to film maker K.S. Manikandan, Sumeetha lives in Chennai, along with her six year old daughter.

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