Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Sharing: MAHARAJA INTERNATIONAL (The Bansal Legacy Book #3)

Maharaja International is the last book of The Bansal Legacy trilogy and follows the story of Ritvik Bansal, the youngest Bansal sibling. Ritvik helms the 5-star hotel by the same name at the heritage city of Udaipur.

The hotel and the setting are completely from my imagination. I got an opportunity to visit Udaipur in February 2017. I must say I had planned the visit deliberately after the way the second book in the trilogy—Rose Garden International—had panned out based on a trip to Ooty. Setting my book in a city that I have actually visited makes a difference to the way it’s portrayed in the novel is what I found. Many of my readers were keen to visit or revisit Ooty after reading Book #2 of the series. I truly hope I have been able to capture the flavour of Udaipur in Maharaja International.

I am proud to say that the book has been independently published by Flaming Sun and launched by The Book Club.

A special thanks to Rubina Ramesh, Nikita Jhanglani and Unaiza Merchant. A million thanks to all my readers and fans out there. Last, but not the least, Thank you Amazon! You have set me free!


Ritvik Bansal’s decision to father a surrogate child comes as a total shock to his family, more because he insists that he needs no wife.

Two years down the line, Sia Rathod goes to work at Ritvik’s 5-star hotel Maharaja International as the salon manager at Cleopatra’s.

They connect instantaneously as sparks fly. After spending time in each other’s company, they take their relationship to the next level.

Will Ritvik change his mind about getting married?

Even if he does, will Sia agree to become his wife as well as to be mother to two-year-old Aarya? Especially with the kind of past that she never speaks about?

*This is the third and last book in The Bansal Legacy series

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An Excerpt

It wasn’t really a surprise when Ritvik woke up at 6.30 am with a crick in his neck. But the gentle weight in his arms made him almost forget his pain. He gently brushed back the curls that had tumbled over Aarya’s face and was glad to find that she had no fever.

Aarya opened her eyes and gave him a toothy grin. “Gu mornin’ Daddhie.” She sat up on his stomach to rub her eyes. “You are my bedh,” she gurgled with laughter.

“Good morning, my little imp. Oh yeah!” He laughed, before lifting her in his arms to carry her to the bathroom. “I love you sweetie.”

Aarya threw both her arms around his neck, giving him a wet kiss on his cheek. “I love you Daddhie.” 

Ritvik left Aarya in Meera’s care before taking a shower. The pain in his neck refused to go and that was when he struck upon a plan. He couldn’t help but recall the memory of Sia’s lush breasts thrusting against her white shirt, the nipples having gone pebble hard when he touched her shoulder. He would go to Cleopatra’s and have a head massage. He pulled on a pair of Bermuda shorts and a button down half shirt, before thrusting his feet into leather sandals.

“Meera aunty, I need to go out for a while. Please give Aarya her breakfast.” He turned to his daughter and said, “Daddy needs to go somewhere sweetie. You have breakfast with aunty. I’ll be back in some time. We both will have lunch together.”

“’kay Daddhie. I’m goin’ see carthoon.”

“Right sweetie. You do that.” Ritvik ruffled her hair before kissing Aarya on the top of her head. Waving to both of them, he left to rush down three flights of stairs before walking to the back of the hotel where Cleopatra’s was. He entered to find Inder and Fern who hailed him exuberantly. “Hey good morning,” he responded to them with equal enthusiasm. “Where are the others?”

“Andy is giving a client a massage and Asha is with another client for a manicure-pedicure,” Inder answered. “What can I do for you Ritvik?”

“Where’s Sia?”

“Were you looking for me?” Sia came out of the bathroom where she had gone to change into her work attire. Seeing Ritvik, she greeted him with a smile, “Good morning boss.” It was difficult holding on to her smile as she ran her eyes over him. The first time she met him, Ritvik had been dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. Yesterday, he had been in a formal suit when she had met him in his cabin. Today, in shorts and a casual shirt, he was breathtaking. It was a wonder that she was still breathing after catching an eyeful of him first thing in the morning. Sia pressed a hand against her chest, trying to calm down her pounding heart. It was with great difficulty that she focussed on what he was saying.

“Morning Sia. I need a head massage, desperately. Are you free to give me one?”

“Of course! Would you like to settle down in that cabin?” Sia pointed to the one on the far left. “I’ll be with you in two minutes.”

Ritvik settled down in the comfortable salon chair, his feet stretched out on the little pouffe. He turned his neck this way and that, unable to find a suitable position as it continued to hurt.

Sia walked in, pushing a trolley that held steaming aromatic oil, combs and towels, to see him turning restlessly on the chair. “Is something wrong?”

“I’ve sprained my neck. It hurts like a bitch,” he bit out.

“The massage will definitely help. But I’ll get you an icepack first. Can you please take off your shirt?” Sia fled even as she noticed his hands moving towards the shirt buttons through the mirror. Wondering how she was going to survive the next hour, Sia removed a frozen pack from the freezer and went back to the cabin. She dropped the pack on the trolley, her pulse going haywire when her eyes encountered his amazing chest in the mirror. Luckily for her, his eyes were shut, thick and long lashes resting against his manly cheeks. She took a minute to study his bronzed, muscular shoulders and chest that tapered into a lean waist. His chest was liberally sprinkled with curly hair, just enough to make a woman want to swoon into his arms. Feeling like a voyeur, Sia turned her head away to remove a huge, fluffy towel to spread it over his chest. She lifted his open hair and piled it into a loose knot on the top of his head. “Can you tell me where exactly it pains?”

When Ritvik pointed to the left side of his neck without opening his eyes, Sia said in warning, “I’m going to press an icepack to that point,” before placing it gently against the area and holding it there.

Ritvik gave a deep groan. “Thanks Sia. That feels good.”

Sia smiled, looking at him in the mirror. Gaining confidence as his eyes continued to remain shut, her silvery grey eyes ran over his body boldly. His broad feet were bare as they rested on the ottoman, as were his long, long legs. His khaki shorts covered him from hip to knee. Her eyes stopped at his washboard abs that the towel hadn’t manage to quite cover. She dragged her gaze away with an effort to concentrate on his neck as she lifted the icepack and turned it over before pressing the other side down to the troubled spot, satisfied to hear Ritvik’s groan of pleasure.

She removed the ice pack before pouring the fragrant oil in her left palm. Rubbing it between her hands, Sia set out to massage Ritvik’s shoulders, working towards his neck, while he continued to remain silent, his eyes shut. She could see that his breathing was even as his chest rose and fell rhythmically under the towel.

Her palms and fingers tingled as she rubbed them firmly over his shoulders, revelling in the sensation. He was all hard muscle and sinew, not one little bit of spare flesh. His skin was bronzed to an even golden brown. Sia was hard pressed to refrain from kissing the pulse beating steadily at the side of his neck. She worked dexterously with her hands despite the lusty thoughts that scampered through her mind, orchestrated by her hammering heart.

Ritvik groaned, opening his slumberous gaze to look at her through the mirror when she pressed a thumb to the damaged spot. “That’s the point. Go easy on it please.”

She gave him a nod and a weak smile, her grey eyes glowing silver as she tenderly stroked the spot upwards, keen to relieve his pain.

“Oh yes! That feel so good,” moaned Ritvik, shutting his eyes again, giving himself up to her ministrations. He almost went to sleep as Sia opened the loose knot of his long hair and oiled it. She pulled and stroked and massaged every inch of his scalp, working her way towards his neck once again, downwards this time. After forty five minutes of kneading his head and neck, Sia set up a hair steamer above Ritvik’s head and switched it on. She also brought a hot towel for his neck. After the excess oil was removed from his neck, she applied a hot water bag, holding it in place on the left side of his neck.

Though Ritvik’s eyes were closed, he was completely awake as he underwent the treatment. He had caught the tinge of colour on her cheeks and had kept his eyelids firmly shut, not to cause her further embarrassment. Sia was good with her hands while her touch on his head, neck and shoulders had aroused him. The first time he saw her, he had noticed her in passing just as any other red-blooded man would have. She was attractive and was also good at her job.

But yesterday was the first time Ritvik had really taken notice. It wasn’t everybody who could stand up to Dayanita Thakore. That woman wore her shroud of royalty like a weapon and people who came in contact rarely had the guts to speak to her, let alone cross swords. He had been impressed by the way Sia had dealt with Dayanita. Attractive, efficient and bold! Sia seemed to be a lethal combo. Ritvik wanted to know her more. It had been at least three years since Ritvik had felt a spark of attraction towards a woman. There was a time when Rohit had teased him ad nauseam of being a ladykiller and his elder brother had spoken the truth after all. That had been one phase of Ritvik’s life. Later, after being chased by women only because of his looks and money—none of them seemed to care that there was an intelligent mind lurking behind his hot looks—Ritvik had arrived at the decision that he never wanted a permanent relationship with one. That was also the time when he decided to become a single father. When his baby was growing in some stranger’s womb, Ritvik wasn’t in a mental state to have an affair. When Aarya was born, he gave her all his attention. Between his busy career as a hotelier and being a single parent to his little girl, Ritvik didn’t make time for women. Yes, he was aware that he could have made the time if he had really set his mind to it. But it was just that he hadn’t felt the need.

Right now, though, it looked like Sia had woken up the sleeping man in him. Ritvik opened his eyes and stretched after she moved the steamer and hot water bag away. “Sia...” His charcoal eyes delved deeply into her smoky grey gaze through the mirror. “That was simply amazing! My neck,” he turned his head, first to the left and then to the right before continuing, “is as good as new.” He smiled at her before getting up from his chair, the towel falling off his magnificent chest and making Sia’s eyes stretch wide. Ritvik’s smile grew wider when he saw what had caught her attention. Removing his shirt from the hanger, he shrugged his wide shoulders into it. “Thank you so much. Tell you what!” He paused as if to wonder if she was really hearing his words as her expression was still dazed.

“What?” Sia lifted her gaze from his chest—it was covered now anyway—up to his eyes as she asked the question.

“Have dinner with me.”

“I...” Her right hand went to her throat as if that would bring down the wild beating of her pulse. “Err...”

“I promise to behave.” He gave her a cheeky grin, his left eye closing in a wink.

Hot colour bloomed in Sia’s cheeks as a smile broke out on her face. “Okay boss.”

“That’s my girl. I’ll pick you up from the staff quarters at seven. Casual should be fine.”

“Can we make that eight? I’ll be finishing here only after seven.”

“Done.” He showed her a ‘thumbs-up’ before stepping into his sandals.

“I need to wash your hair.”

“That’s fine Sia. I’ll do it. I need a shower anyway. I’ll see you in the evening.” He left.

Sia sat back in the chair he had vacated with a thud. Whoosh! It felt as if she had stepped out of the centre of a tornado. The man was a livewire, emitting such energy, even with his eyes closed. She wondered how her heart was going to survive a dinner date with him.

Sia grinned suddenly. What the hell! She looked forward to the evening with Ritvik Bansal.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Book Blitz: YOURS TO LOVE YOURS TO TAKE by Reshma Ranjan

Print Length: 202 pages
Publication Date: July 21, 2017
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
Available on Kindle Unlimited 
Genre: Romance 

As if losing her parents and her voice in a childhood accident wasn’t cruel enough, Anita Batra now has to come to terms with her twin’s death and help her sister’s partner get a new lease in life. 

Adopted by the Verma Clan after his parents died in an accident, Dr. Salim Verma finally finds love and a chance to be happy only to lose it in an accident he himself survives. 

When fate strikes a final blow and brings two strangers together, Salim can’t help but punish Anita and make her tread through the hell he himself was in, while all Anita wants is to help her sister’s partner start afresh, no matter what the cost. 

Will Salim ever be able to ignore Anita’s resemblance to his dead girlfriend and fall in love with her instead? Will Anita be able to reveal the real Salim hiding behind the monster? Will they be able to embrace their tumultuous attraction for each other despite their terrible start? 

Yours To Love Yours To Take is a heartwarming saga of love and sacrifice that will reinstate your belief that love conquers all. 

It would be great if you can add this book to your TBR.

Here is a passionate romantic who loves literatureand has created many happy ending in her imagination, for every movie or book with a sad conclusion.

She soon began to create her own characters and situations, creating plenty of romances and happy endings to satisfy her imagination. "But for my laziness and diffidence," says Reshma "I would have penned umpteen stories of unexpected pairs meeting and falling in love, overcoming troubles and hurdles to unite for a lifetime."

A voracious reader, Reader, Reshma is a poet as well, and feels that she would be blessed as a writer if she could bring a happy content sigh on the readers lips.

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Friday, July 28, 2017


All my 20 titles on Amazon #KDP


I owe my thanks totally to Amazon KDP for my freedom—to do what I love while making an awesome income.  

And I feel oh-so-honoured by the recognition I got from them.

Read on to find out how you can also make a successful writing career with Amazon...

Yes, I seem to have managed the near impossible: My 14th title in 13 months! Well, of these, one is a box set (Flaming Sun Collection 2: Marriages Made in India) while another is a second edition (The Madras Affair). But I still feel good about the whole thing since I proof and format my books too, sticking as close as possible to my self-challenged book-a-month marathon.

Sundari Venkatraman (that's me)

It was in June 2016 that I published Tales of Sunshine, a collection of Human Interest short stories. It was three months after An Autograph for Anjali. I suddenly felt unleashed after the constraint placed on me by traditionally publishing The Madras Affair. The contract bound me to stay away from publishing any other title over a period of one year. (I was probably lucky when compared to many of my counterparts is what I hear.)

It was by chance that I came upon a link where I read that Nora Roberts had written and published 24 books in two years. It was inspirational and I was all fired. All it takes is a wild imagination and the grit and discipline to write regularly.

I am lucky that my kids are grown up. I have a supportive husband (he actually has given up, I think), a maid who’s actually a housekeeper, a cook and a few others who make my life easy. Then there are my beta readers—I have two—and my cover designer who have been supportive throughout my madcap ventures. Then, there is The Book Club helmed by Rubina Ramesh. I won't be what I am today without them. 

Let me not forget my readers and fans who have been a great source of joy with their encouraging words, reviews and star ratings. No, I don’t let the critiques sway me. If they have something constructive, I definitely welcome their feedback. Otherwise, I have developed a pachyderm.

And finally, the most important support, the very foundation for my success—Amazon KDP! I am absolutely grateful to Amazon for having given me a platform for what I am today, a successful, well read author with an audience around the globe, while sitting right here at my home in Mumbai.

Are you a writer who aspires to become a published author? Who wants to keep the reins of control in your hands? If you are ready to work for it, then this is a wonderful opportunity for you: Amazon brings you a Contest on #KDP called #PentoPublish with incredible prizes for the winner:

1.       Rs. 10,00,000
2.      A print publishing contract with Westland
3.      You get to be mentored by Chetan Bhagat

I am truly proud to be a part of the Amazon KDP journey, featuring on the panel along with the likes of Mr. Chetan Bhagat and Mr. Ashwin Sanghi while also being highlighted as one of three success stories.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


Meghna is the second novel that I penned. It's an entertaining romance with a "Happily Ever After" ending. The ebook also happens to be a #Bestseller on Amazon around the world. Meghna is also available in paperback in select countries.

I remember publishing this book with a friendly warning to my readers. Here you go...

This book has been written only for the purpose of Entertainment, Entertainment, Entertainment! If you are looking to learn something or improve your lives after reading this work, then this book is not for you. I am not trying to get into competition with the Author Biggies of this world. I wrote this simply for the fun and joy of it. One thing I can promise the reader though: Well proof-read, perfect language that I feel is very important for every book that's written in any tongue. 

An excerpt from my book:

A tear slowly found its way down her golden face as Meghna stood at the window. She dashed an angry hand against her cheek, only to have another one coming right after the first. The shock of meeting Rahul after so many years had taken its toll.
   Life had never been the same after Rahul kissed her. Meghna unconsciously touched her lips. All these years she had waited for him to contact her. And suddenly he was here, larger than life and, she clenched her fists, teasing her mercilessly. It appeared as if the years in between ceased to exist. The tears flowed faster. 
   Rahul placed a gentle hand on Meghna’s shoulder. “Meghna.” She tried to push his hand away in vain.
   “Meghna, look at me.” Rahul right hand came out to take hold of her chin and turn her head to face him. 
   There was no reply as Meghna kept her gaze down, refusing to meet his teasing brown eyes.
   “It’s lovely. Your choice, I suppose,” said Rahul.
   Her head came up at that and she looked at him as if he had taken leave of his senses.
   “The floor - the pattern’s beautiful.” Rahul explained patiently.
   Meghna glared at him, confused.
   “Where are your wits, my darling? Weren’t you trying to draw my attention to the floor? I’m impressed. It looks great,” his expression was serious. 
   “Rahul,” said Meghna, “You’re impossible, incorrigible and, and—”
   “And?” prompted Rahul, his eyes alight with mischief.
   Meghna just managed to stop herself from saying, ‘adorable’. The devil didn’t need her to feed his already swollen ego.
   “And nothing.”
    “Nothing?” Rahul looked at the self-confident woman in front of him. He thought of the young girl - short and plump with no confidence at all - he had left behind. His lips parted in a slow smile. “Why the tears?” He asked in a sudden change of subject.
   Meghna had been watching the morning sun’s rays playing on Rahul’s handsome face, totally absorbed in the dashing figure he cut. She didn’t hear his question.
   “Meghna,” Rahul’s voice came from near her ear, curious at her wandering attention.
   She raised startled grey eyes to his face that was too close for comfort.
   “Why the tears?” he repeated.
   “Forget it. It’s nothing important,” said Meghna.
   “How can I? As you mentioned earlier, it’s barely a few hours since—”
   “Please Rahul. I’m perfectly fine.” Meghna answered quickly, worried that he might leave.
   “Would you rather I stayed elsewhere?” continued Rahul, “I don’t want to upset you.”
   “Don’t be silly, Rahul. Sanjay and Bhabhi will be very upset if you stayed elsewhere.” Meghna refused to look above his shoulder.
   “And you?” A dark eyebrow rose up in query. 
   Meghna didn’t reply. She was afraid of saying the wrong thing. He had seemed like the Rahul from her childhood days in the dining room. Now he appeared to be a sophisticated stranger making demands on her that she didn’t even begin to fathom. He was like a new person. She didn’t realise that the change was more in the way she perceived things, then as a teenager and now as a young woman. 
   Rahul snapped his fingers in front of Meghna’s startled face, “Earth calling Meghna,” he said, his face breaking into a wide grin.
   Meghna brought her rambling thoughts under control and looked at him questioningly.
   Rahul sighed extravagantly. “Meghna,” he said, “Do you want me to leave?”
   “Well,” answered Meghna softly, “if you stay elsewhere, how will you find time to bug me?” She tried hard to look sad. But her twinkling eyes gave her away.
   “That’s my Meghna.” Rahul put an arm around her shoulder. Thank God!  For a minute there he thought he was going to be thrown out. 
   Meghna was just the perfect name for her. Her grey eyes reminded him of dark, rain-bearing clouds. The lightning temper in her eyes and the thunder in her expression added to his conviction. Just now the grey eyes were smiling guilelessly up at him.

If you enjoyed reading the excerpt, you can purchase your copy here: Meghna on Amazon #KDP 

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Blog Tour: JUST ME, THE SINK & THE POT by Sudesna Ghosh

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Sudesna Ghosh


Meet Pamela, an overweight girl who's looking back at her school days. From longing for a Valentine to dealing with a sibling who hates her, Pamela has a lot to deal with. She even has a special bunch of friends at home who she can turn to - but they aren't the kind of friends you'd expect. Life sucks when you're fat. Can Pamela ever be happy?

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One day a classmate asked me, “Where is your lunch?” I told her that I had already had it and went back to my fake laughter and smiles. The others chatted and laughed while they ate from their tiffin boxes. Some brought samosas or ice cream from outside the gate. My hunger pangs got worse as I saw all the food and smelt the delicious odours around me.

The ice cream cart was run by a sweet old man who knew me since I’d started school. He would ask me some days, “Child, you don’t want your favourite orange stick?” I would say no thank you and smile before running away from him and his cart. One day he seemed to be desperate to make me have an ice cream. “Child! Come here and have an ice cream. You don’t have to pay me,” he called out. I smiled, turned around and went to hide in an empty classroom. Two minutes later, I shrieked; the old man had found me. He was carrying a dripping ice cream for me. I started laughing. Then I started running away from him. The old man started running after me!

My classmates were shocked. The sports teacher was happy to see me run for the first time – I had never run before because fat moves when you run. Everybody would laugh. The lunch break ended with me accepting the mostly melted orange stick from the kind ice cream man. We were too tired to talk about the whole event. But it did make me a bit popular that year, with the school Yearbook including the story and a picture of me running away from a 6 feet tall man holding an ice cream.

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Sudesna (Sue) Ghosh is a writer based in Kolkata. She was born in the United States and moved to India when she was 9. After completing high school there, she went back to the US for her higher education at the University of Rochester. She has also penned What Would I Tell Her @ 13 and News Now, along with several short stories. When Sudesna isn’t writing, she tries to do her bit for animal welfare.


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Monday, June 26, 2017

Blog Tour: THE WRONG TURN by Sanjay Chopra & Namita Roy Ghose

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Love and Betrayal in the Time of Netaji
Sanjay Chopra & Namita Roy Ghose


1944, Kohima — a small, sleepy town in northeast India. Subhash Chandra Bose and his Indian National Army (INA) along with the Japanese, are on the brink of bringing the Empire to its knees and forcing the British out of India. But, inexplicably, the tables turn. The INA’s advance is thwarted and the victory march to Delhi is halted. Seventy years later, the British admit that the Battle of Kohima was the greatest battle they had ever fought. Even more so than the battles of Waterloo and Dunkirk. Was it then that old Indian curse — betrayal? Someone from within Netaji’s own ranks? Were there forces other than the British, waiting in the shadows closer to home, who stood to gain even more from the INA’s defeat? Or was it just love that irrevocably altered the course of India’s destiny? The Wrong Turn: Love and Betrayal in the Time of Netaji, is a sweeping tale of passion set against the freedom struggle. Debraj, the rakish playboy and scion of a distinguished Calcutta family, and Nishonko, the fiery revolutionary sworn to the cause of the INA, must not only fight their common enemy, but also for the love of Aditi, the rebel with the healing touch. A haunting tale of love, friendship and betrayal of an entire nation, The Wrong Turn veers inexorably towards a poignant redemption.

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The Wrong Turn is a story that traverses the cities of Calcutta, Singapore, Rangoon and Kohima caught up in the blaze of the Second World War. It is about the clash of four desperate forces as they come together in Kohima to vie for the brightest jewel in the crown -- India. Victory will come to those who possess not just the coldest steel but even colder hearts.”

SANJAY CHOPRA is an airline pilot and author of two collections of short stories.  Said and Done and Tailspin stories . He believes that his  office forty thousand feet in the sky and his travels provide him with a view that fuels his vivid storytelling that cuts a wide arc through time and space.

His stories have won the Invisible Ink, the Millennium writers and Southport awards in the UK and USA. In the words of his readers, ‘He is a storyteller like those of the old days, yet his stories are as modern as tomorrow.

He lives in Mumbai with his wife Tisca Chopra, an actress and he is currently working on a film script and a web series. 

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This was a story waiting to be told. So much about Netaji was smoke and mirrors, partial views foisted on us by the British and other vested interests. Here was a man who was a personal hero, who was part of the lore of my childhood. And here was a chance to set the narrative straight - through the lens of a very human yet universal story of love.

During a school project on ‘The most memorable day of my life’, NAMITA ROY GHOSE wrote about a Russian girl on the day WW2 ended. She got her first rejection slip from the teacher for making things up. Ever since, Namita has established her storytelling skills through her scriptwriting, screenplays poetry, fiction, legendary advertising campaigns, and as a renowned advertising film director. A Creative Director with HTA, she left after 13 years to start her own film company, White Light, one of India’s top ad film outfits. A social activist, she is the founder of Vanashakti, an NGO that works to protect the environment. Namita has done pro bono work on issues like domestic violence, child welfare, sexual harassment and forest preservation. She is an avid traveller, a photographer, foodie and teacher.

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   Praise for the book

Vidya Balan "I like historical fiction. This one is just gripping, racing along like a thriller. I am sure people will love it and I wish Namita and Sanjay all the best for the book".

Shekhar Gupta: “Gripping reading. This is one writer duo with story-telling imagination and uncluttered turn of phrase”.

Jug Suraiya: “A sweeping saga of war, love and betrayal, set at a climactic point of India’s fight for freedom”.

Lord Meghnad Desai: “An absorbing and indeed thrilling story of one of the most crucial events in India’s history”.

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Saturday, June 3, 2017


Anand Suspi


Half Pants Full Pants is a sort of childhood autobiography set in Shimoga of the 70s and 80s. Given the era and milieu that he grew up in, it carries a flavor similar to that of Malgudi Days. All the characters in the book are real and most of them are still in Shimoga, of course now in their mid-40s. Quite a few are from prominent families and are now active and important members of Shimoga. The book vividly captures the real childhood adventures of this generation of people in Shimoga. It’s a glorious reminiscence as well as a tribute to this wonderful town.

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“After Malgudi Days, I could never imagine that someone could create a childhood classic for adults to regain their innocence even for a few hours. Suspi’s tales would have made R K Narayan smile. Oh! That beautiful Kannadiga gene!”

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An advertising writer for over 20 years, he started with Mudra, Mumbai in 1995 and subsequently spent a large part of his career in Lowe Lintas working under Balki. He was the Creative Head of Lowe Delhi between 2007 and 2010. Currently, he lives in Gurgaon and is the co-founder of an ad agency called AndAnd Brand Partners.

Half Pants Full Pants is his first book, a sort of childhood autobiography set in Shimoga of the 70s and 80s. Given the era and milieu that he grew up in, it carries a flavor similar to that of Malgudi Days. The notable difference would be that every story is real and the characters are all in their mid-40s now, often reminiscing about the gloriousness of their growing up years.

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