The Year of the Corona 2020
The Stranger in My Dreams by Leena Varghese
https://www.amazon.in/dp/B08FYPF2KD
For many people around the world, this has perhaps been the most difficult time, especially for those who have lost their dear ones to a disease that is raging without an end in sight. Many have gone from this world without seeing their family a last time, and many more are struggling to make ends meet because of the devastating effects of the unforeseen economic slump.
I don’t want to be reminded of the grim times any more than I already am, being bombarded with it in the news channels. I already know about the fragile unpredictability of life, and how painful it must be for some of us who have experienced death and loss at close quarters.
In such trying times like these, I often wonder with guilt if writing a romance, or any kind of fantastical fiction might be perceived as a frivolous activity not worthy of being read at all. But I am also reminded of why I write romantic fiction in the first place. It is all about the enduring hope that there will be light at the end of the dark night. That one little encouraging thought brings me to the conclusion to publish my story—The Stranger in My Dreams.
My prayers and good wishes go out to everyone who is finding it impossible to sustain hopes and dreams of a better tomorrow. May God bless you all and keep you safe and healthy!
Happy reading!
Leena
https://www.amazon.in/dp/B08FYPF2KD
For many people around the world, this has perhaps been the most difficult time, especially for those who have lost their dear ones to a disease that is raging without an end in sight. Many have gone from this world without seeing their family a last time, and many more are struggling to make ends meet because of the devastating effects of the unforeseen economic slump.
I don’t want to be reminded of the grim times any more than I already am, being bombarded with it in the news channels. I already know about the fragile unpredictability of life, and how painful it must be for some of us who have experienced death and loss at close quarters.
In such trying times like these, I often wonder with guilt if writing a romance, or any kind of fantastical fiction might be perceived as a frivolous activity not worthy of being read at all. But I am also reminded of why I write romantic fiction in the first place. It is all about the enduring hope that there will be light at the end of the dark night. That one little encouraging thought brings me to the conclusion to publish my story—The Stranger in My Dreams.
My prayers and good wishes go out to everyone who is finding it impossible to sustain hopes and dreams of a better tomorrow. May God bless you all and keep you safe and healthy!
Happy reading!
Leena
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