Cover Reveal


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Glad to share with you the cover of my new Novella – Tara

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♥ Blurb ♥

A young girl, Tara, bored and irritated with her monotonous life wants to leave everything and run to the mountains, to never return. She feels uninspired and envious of her little brother who has everything in life she ever wanted.

One day while grazing her sheep on the hilltop, she saw something coming towards her from the clouds. It’s a flying mat that came to take her. Will she go with it? What will happen to her family and sheep?

This story speaks about the joy of sharing and finding happiness in every moment. A magical journey that fills your heart with the belief – that magic is real.

Publishing Day


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‘Letters from Heaven’ is Live now.

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Letters from her dead husband arrive suddenly for Radhika one day. Grief-stricken at having lost her husband to cancer a few months ago, she is learning to live without him. Trying to cope with life and accept the reality that he is no more.

Are the letters messages for her from the beyond?

Baffled by the letters, Radhika tries to unravel the truth behind the letters. Is her husband trying to send her messages? Can she believe in the letters?

Do the letters come from Heaven? Is someone playing a prank on her or have they truly have come from the stars? Is it possible to communicate in the afterlife?

This is a story about the power of love – in life and the afterlife.

A definite page-turner that will touch your soul.

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Tiny Tale #61 ‘Red Rose’



I was walking along the beach looking at the sunset. My legs were soaked in water and mud sticking to them. I rolled my jeans up to the knee and walked a little lower in the sea.

I turned to walk to a near bench to watch the sunset and the endless sea while relaxing. Fortunately, the bench was empty but there was something on it that stopped me to look around before I sit.

A red rose.

I looked around to find the rightful owner of that rose. How could someone forget that beautiful thing? There was no one around I could ask about the rose.

Leaves were plucked from one side as in anger. I brought it up and looked at the sun through it. A smile played on my lips. The rose belonged to me. I am the rightful owner whom it gave the delight of its presence.