Dear friends,
Read on to find out, in my engrossing novel titled God's Will - (All the way...)
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I dedicate this book to my dear sister, Prabha Ravichandran.
Can anyone ever be closer than
You, dear sister?
Who’s a true friend and confidante
A caring and giving person
Whose heart bleeds when I am sad
And who laughs when I am happy!
Who goes the extra mile to ensure
That I reach my destination!
Who picks the thorns for me
And makes me believe that life
Is just a fragrant path of roses!
Whose only wish is that I am
Happy, safe and sound;
Always and beyond!
Thanks, dear Prabha, for always being there for us and showering your affection on us, no matter what!
This beautiful collage has been created by me with the help of Canva.com. Thanks, Canva!
An Excerpt
God’s own country needed God’s help desperately. It had been pouring cats and dogs since the last 24 hours. The lights were out. All the roads were closed. The water levels in the lagoon were rising swiftly and dangerously.
If only he wasn’t trying to save his life by precariously clutching on to his hut’s thatched roof, that was being pulled into the strong current underneath, he could have admired the lush greenery all around. As he drifted with the strong tide, he looked around him, as if with new eyes. Strange, he thought, how a calamity often gave one a new perspective in life!
Kerala was so beautiful. He had only just discovered how much! Till now, he had only taken it for granted. He had been so caught up with earning a living. Now he had all the time to absorb the bounty of nature.
Banana plants, with flowers and fruits, ripe for plucking, were dripping buckets of water, as if having a refreshing wash in the torrential showers! The rolling hills all around, were teeming with life. His arms glistened with droplets of water that sparkled and glittered like diamonds strewn all over him. Just reach out and choose your coveted rock. All the tall trees were fast approaching eye-level.
Soon, Babu would be plucking coconuts straight from the trees! No need to climb twenty to thirty feet to get hold of the tenacious nuts, as he did every day for his livelihood, in Alapuzzha. But of course, he would have to be alive to get hold of them. His strength was fast running out. After all, how much could a thin and wiry lad fight against nature’s fury, in all her malevolent might?
But fight he must, if he had to ever meet his beloved Rojakutty again. Ever.
End of Excerpt
The copyright of this novel belongs to Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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