Dear friends,
For the God-fearing people in this world, nothing in life occurs without His Will!
They lead their lives with a song on their lips and a prayer in their hearts. They are hard-working folks of the soil who swear by their sweat and toil.
Babu and Rojakutty are two such simpletons who lead a solitary existence in their village, till their paths cross.
Will their destinies entwine or unravel?
Read on to find out, in my engrossing novel titled God's Will - (All the way...)
This novel is available at www.amazon.com under a Kindle Countdown Deal till 2nd June, 2026 at a whopping discount; for just $1.99.
Kindly peruse it and let me have your invaluable feedback. You could even have a free preview at the site.
While you are it, you could even peruse my other 24 books at www.amazon.com. Your online reviews are most welcome.
Thanks,
Priya
Excerpt from this book
“Roja, Roja palli” she heard a familiar voice behind her.
She whirled around and King Dushyant was standing face to face with her. He winked at her. She laughed at the weird sight. His face painted in bright green with the white and red winged eyebrows and red nose, stiff white ceramic covering the lower chin with a heavy, studded crown on his head, stared back at her; with his dark eyes merrily smiling down at her.
His billowing, tent-like, regal costume swathed his body in layers of clothing. A heavy perfume of kewda assailed her nostrils as he came closer. She involuntarily stepped back,
befuddled. How did he know the nickname that Babu had given her? Was he his friend? How dare that scoundrel address her like that in public? Even wink at her?
Just as she got ready for a slanging match, it struck her. She slapped her forehead and exclaimed “Babu?”
He bowed down deeply and said in an exaggerated tone, “Naane daan. It’s me!”
Now she spoke with awe and reverence. “Wow, Babu! You really got me there. I never knew that you are a part-time Kathakali performer. You never revealed it to me. I must say, that you are an excellent performer. Your thick, handlebar moustache really becomes you. King Dushyant indeed!”
Babu was elated and his face creased into his familiar grin, showing sparkling white teeth through his bright red painted lips.
His grin expanded further and nearly reached his ears as she added further, “And your reference to the fish in the story was also not lost on me! You deliberately chose this play as I like fish, don’t you?” She sounded pleased as punch. Now her fangs were bared in undisguised glee, reveling in the fact that Babu
truly cared for her and wanted to please her, going the extra mile for her!
He also inhaled the heady fragrance of Emami as he walked with her, all the way back home, walking with his right hand dragging his cycle by its handle, and the left one, possessively around her broad shoulders. Everyone on the same path curiously stared at the couple as Babu was still in his full costume and make-up.
“Raja Dushyant and Rani Shakuntala!” exclaimed some enthusiastic passers-by. The couple giggled. They really felt like the royal couple and basked in the reflected glory.
The next day they would go back to catching fish and bringing down coconuts for a living…. Mundane reality.
End of the excerpt
The copyright of this book is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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