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A lavender farm in summer. A fifteen-year-old girl who loves the colours of sunset. A handsome stranger who begs her to run away with him. It could have been a love story. Except, it is not that kind of a story. When a strange man approaches Rebecca Classion outside her farmhouse in the dead of the night and begs her to not go back inside, she does what any sensible fifteen-year-old would do. She runs straight back into the safety of home and slams the door shut behind her. Only, it turns out to be the worst decision of her life. From that day on, Rebecca Classion fades away. From the memories of all who once knew and loved her. From the perception of everyone she encounters. Not a trace of her persists for more than a fleeting instant. Not her voice. Not a footprint. All she yearns for is to exist again in the world of her loved ones. But oblivion may be the only safe place. After all, to be seen is to be exposed. And some truths are better left hidden.
When you lose someone you love, how far would you go in search of them? And what if the only way you can find them is by first losing yourself along the way? Devastated by grief at the loss of her beloved dog, Leo, Heidi ventures into the woods behind her home, hoping to find him there. She meets strange and eccentric characters along the way, but no one seems inclined to give her a straight answer about Leo’s whereabouts. Frustrated and confused, Heidi begins to wonder if there is more to these characters than meets the eye. The Oldest Witch who lives in a snow bubble of denial. The Omniscient Man who trivializes Heidi’s pain. The lonely woman, Gaia, who is consumed by anger. And many o...
Dreams for one, dreams for all, some dreams to last all day, some for when the night falls. Written during my sojourns in Canada and Australia, Hello, Dreamer! is an eclectic collection of 100 short poems encompassing musings on the Universe and its mysteries, nature and human life, my secret longings and fears, love and heartbreak, the sun and the moon, the stars and the seas, light and shadow, and joy and nostalgia. Read them all in one sitting. Or read them one a day, savouring each like a tidbit. There's much in here to spark joy and light up your soul.
You don’t need eyes, let alone a mirror, to peer into the depths of your own soul. Sight is a privilege denied to everyone by law in the land of Parinara. Every child is blindfolded at birth. Even the dead are buried blindfolded. To see is an unpardonable crime, punishable by death. Yet, fifteen-year-old Viola indulges in a momentary curiosity and violates the law, only to find that the gift of sight comes at an exorbitant price. To look outward, she must first lose sight of what lies inward. But therein lie the secrets that even sightlessness cannot conceal.
Storytime is my realm. I am the expert at spinning bedtime stories for my four-year-old child. It’s a ritual both of us look forward to every evening, much to my husband’s consternation. Tonight, I intend to tell my little one a ghost story. Not to spook him, but as an exercise in imagination. A blurring of lines between fact and fiction. Little do I know that he too has a ghost story of his own to share with me. A tale that is truer than all the lies... erm, stories... I’ve been telling him all along.
Two things were annoying Mrs. D’Souza. One, the fact that she was dead. And second, the line of dead folks waiting to meet their Maker was insufferably long and impossibly docile. Restless and teeming with questions, she decides to take matters in her own hands and sets out to find God. Not a big deal, really. Except for one small thing. How do you seek someone when you don’t even know what they look like?
Every child’s favourite game. One mother’s worst nightmare. In a seemingly endless game of hide-and-seek, a mother looks for her child in all his favourite hiding spots. But he has hidden himself so well she’s unable to find him. Then she comes up with the perfect bait to coax him out. His favourite toys! Will they entice him to reveal himself? Or has she been playing the wrong game all along? Hide-and-Seek secured an Honourable Mention in the Spring/Summer 2021 issue of Allegory Magazine, Volume 39/66.
Fecund philosophical reflections on the conceptual metaphor "rhizome" invite us to reformulate the theological engagements today with a renewed spirit. Notably, the subaltern theological engagements make use of this new move in gleaning the fruits of heterogeneity, multiple origins, horizontality, interconnections, and intersectionality. This conscious rhizomatic move is exemplified as a constructive post-colonial move and a useful tool for meaningful subaltern resistance. This move takes us beyond the entrapment of western binary opposites to the challenging cultural and political spaces of hybridity and liminality. Uncovering the underrated cultural and political spaces of subaltern religi...
Countless gods you pray to. Only one answers. It will cost her dearly. In a land where gods have long mastered the art of ignoring the prayers of human beings, a new goddess arrives. She desires nothing more than to help those who call out in faith. But every choice, no matter how noble, comes with its own consequences. Even the benevolent goddess will have to pay a steep price if she chooses to follow her heart’s desire.
*** 2023 Rakuten Kobo Emerging Writer Prize Finalist *** When I was seven, my mother died. I struck a bargain with the Gods to bring her back to life. For thirteen years now, I have served as a Harbinger of Death, coaxing dying wishes out of mortals so that the God of Death may grant them moksha, liberation from the cycles of birth and death. The man about to die this evening claims he has nothing to offer me. He is dying a content man, a rarity in our world. But when the God of Death arrives to lead his soul away, the man changes his mind about dying and flees, surreptitiously planting on me an enigma. I only know I cannot trust any God with this secret. And that I will pay an unbearable price for this concealment. Yet again, I underestimate how savagely the Gods can wound me. Set in Burlington, Ontario, this contemporary fantasy novel weaves Hindu mythology and South Indian folklore into a quest for belonging across different worlds – the World of Mortals and the World of Gods, India and Canada, the past and the present, the world outside and the one within. It is an offering to lovers of whimsical worlds and heartbreaking prose, and to anyone yearning to simply belong.