Tanmay Mehta Presents Ganesha: The Unyielding Child - Travel with me to Historical India...

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When you get a chance to learn more...do it! I often interact with authors online and get curious about their book(s). This is probably the first comic I've read since I visited the Chicago Book Fair over 20 years ago... Books were available and I picked up a couple of graphic novels... Me? I enjoy the words for my normal reading. But this book pulled me in purely by the graphics--a set of artistic pictures which are outstanding in their creation and also fully telling the story...

Her stories are about Hindu deities and mythical figures within India's past... This one shares the part of the story where Ganesha was "born..." just as man was, out of clay... I have included the book description for your information:

Ganesha: The Unyielding Child

An illustrated mythological tale by Art by Tanmay Mehta

He was born from clay and devotion. He stood firm at the gate. And he defied the gods themselves.

In this powerful retelling of one of Hindu mythology’s most iconic legends, Ganesha: The Unyielding Child brings to life the dramatic origin of Lord Ganesha — the elephant-headed god of wisdom, strength, and beginnings.

When Goddess Parvati creates a child from her own essence to guard her sanctum, no one foresees the storm to come. As the child stands boldly at the entrance, refusing even Lord Shiva himself, divine fury and maternal rage collide — and destiny is rewritten forever.

With breathtaking illustrations and emotional depth, Tanmay Mehta reimagines this epic tale of innocence, duty, and transformation. Experience the clash of cosmic forces, the pain of loss, and the birth of a god whose story still echoes through the ages.

Perfect for:

• Fans of Indian mythology and epics
• Readers who love origin stories of deities
• Comic enthusiasts of all ages
• Parents and educators introducing cultural tales to children

Discover the courage of a child who stood against the gods — and became one.

Some of you may already know that the Comic Book Genre has grown in stature and reputation... But, just in case some of you, like me, may not have been routinely exposed to the genre, I first offer what it is all about:

The comic book art form consists of sequential juxtaposed panels that represent individual scenes. Panels are often accompanied by text and dialogue in the way of text bubbles which is emblematic of the comics art form. Comic books are best known to feature superhero and supervillain stories.

This book offers all of the features as the comic style. It is in the graphics that Mehta has moved the form forward. The cover is just an example! Fortunately, there are videos which give the "flavor" but too quickly to absorb the fantastic character creations by this fantastic artist. For THIS book is a Work of Art, worthy to be displayed in any forum that shares mythological figures... even in comic form... I just checked--my last stats showed that my usual readers from India are visiting continuously. So to those from India,  though you may already be aware of Mehta, this particular book may not have reached you yet. I urge you to check out this artist! She represents your history in a truly magnificent way!

And to those who enjoy historical stories, while the narration and dialogue is a minor part of the book, you will soon find that the artwork actually tells the story! You will meet gods from India's history and can begin to appreciate how the past has been preserved through these stories, just as each country has done so since the beginning of time. Ganesha presents a "reimagined" version of the ancient tale... May I offer my appreciation and enjoyment of this version for your consideration...

This is a one-of-a-kind artistic book that should not be bypassed because of the genre. It ...is ...simply ...amazing! Without a picture to show of a typical scene, I offer the following video to talk about the god of water... Imagine if you would, a god of water being in the midst of this type of water display. In the portrait, the capture of the water is just as important as the character in this book... The scene presents to readers water at its most furious, with the water god and Ganesha in combat... the talent exhibited in the merge of water and waterman is excellent. Just as for the god of fire and more...

Highly recommended. Kudos to the creator of this world! A final note, I thoroughly enjoyed the male characters who created the entire war because Ganesha was just following his mother's orders... A bit of humor that should not be ignored... "Cause you won't want to meet his mother when she's mad!

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The Poems of Tukaram Translated by Chandrakant Kaluram Mhatre Shared during National Poetry Month

English: The Marathi poet-saint Tukaram (Ravi Varma Press, c.1910's)

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 Holy places have boulder, water
God's truly amongst the good
When in the company of Saints
Better to surrender at their feet
Faith bears fruits in holy places
Here the unrestrained is reined in
Tuka says they absolve sins
Let them rid of anguish
~~~

Words are the jewels
That our homes are filled with
The tools that we strive with
Are but of words.
Words are the source
That sustains our life
Wealth of words we give
To one and all!
Tuka says behold
Word is the Lord
Let us praise Him
Worship with words!
~~~

Come, Let's Visit India! Another Child's Introduction to Culture Around the World by Carole P. Roman...

Working on a university campus for more than 30 years, I had the opportunity to know many individuals from India, as colleagues and neighbors, so it was fun to visit the country of their origin... I have always been intrigued by India and would have enjoyed seeing the Taj Mahal, wouldn't you?    India is in South Asia and is the second most populated country in the world--and is very crowded... You might live in the capital, New Delhi, where, of course, the government works to make laws and keep things connected since there are over 100 different languages spoken there!

If You Were Me and Lived In India:

A Child's Introduction to Culture Around the World

By Carole P. Roman

If you are a boy, your parents could have named you Raj, Rakesh, or Anoop. Little girls are often named Rhea, Priyanka, or Nikita in India...

 

 

Got a rupee? That's the money you'll use 

If you love movies, check out the local theatres! Did you know that movies are made right there in Bollywood? 

Hundreds of movies are made there and the industry is called "Bollywood." You would love the singing, dancing, and action in these exciting films.

The Taj Mahal is a beautiful monument emperor Shah Jehan made for his wife. thousands of people go to India to see it. It is made out of white marble and has jewels pressed into its walls. You may prefer to visit Rajasthan. It is filled with forts, palaces, and museums that were built by majarajas and maharanis which is what you would call kings and queens in India. You would travel through the Thar Desert on a camel or a jeep.

I've had the opportunity to eat quite a number of different dishes from India, so I promise you will enjoy many of what you will find at this beautiful restaurant there in Rajasthan.

Playing and watching cricket is something you might want to learn while you are there. It sounded something like baseball but you've have to find out the difference!

And if you're there at the right time, you could visit and participate in a two-day celebration!

They also honor spring harvest. You would be in a group of people throwing colored powder and water at each other. There is a lot of dancing under sprinklers too. So you would come home tired and messy and happy from all the parties, dancing and food!

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I was certainly happy to learn more about the cultural activities of India! Your children will have a picture book that includes full-color pictures with accompanying narrative that will help them learn about what the children there might become involved with. Me? I'd certainly plan to go to a festival if I were able to travel! Highly recommended for your child's growing home library...

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Named to Kirkus Reviews' Best of 2012 for her first book, award winning author Carole P. Roman started writing as a dare from one of her sons. Using an imaginary game she played with her grandson as a base, Captain No Beard was born."Captain No Beard- An Imaginary Tale of a Pirate's Life" has not only been named to Kirkus Best of 2012, it received the Star of Remarkable Merit, and won the Pinnacle Award for 2012. "Pepper Parrot's Problem with Patience" Book 2 in the series, received 5 Stars from The ForeWord Review The Clarion Review. Strangers on the High Seas has won second place in the Rebecca's Reads Choice Awards 2013. It has followed with six more books to the series.

Motivated by her love of yoga, Roman has written a book that not only teaches four poses, but shows how easy and accessible yoga can be.

Her new non fiction series, "If You Were Me and Lived in..." combines her teaching past with her love of exploration and interest in the world around us. The debut book in the series, "If You Were Me and Lived in...Mexico" has won the Pinnacle Award for Best in Children's Non Fiction 2012. France, South Korea, and Norway. Rebecca's Reads has given If You Were Me and Lived in...Norway an honorable mention in the 2013 Choice Awards. If You Were Me and lived in ...France won second place. ForeWord Review has nominated If You Were Me and Lived in...France for best in children's non fiction literature 2013. They will be followed with Kenya, Turkey, India, and Australia. She plans to do Portugal, Greece, and Argentina next year.

Writing for children has opened up a whole second act for her. While she is still working in her family business, this has enabled her to share her sense of humor as well as love for history and culture with the audience she adores. Roman lives on Long Island with her husband and near her children.

Human by Milan Bakrania Brings Hope Back to World Ravaged by Most Dangerous Virus Ever!

30 years from now
A ghost runjs across an immaculately manicured garden towards the banks of a steadily moving stream.
It's a child, maybe five or six years old, wrapped tightly in a white anti-infection suit. Something shiny
catches her eye. Lodged in the shallow waters is a silver object...

Dear Uncle Ryan...According to the media, the outbreak is relentlessly spreading to ever corner of the planet. 1,725 have died  already and two more cases were reported an hour earlier in Kolkata and somewhere in Myanmar. Face masks are now compulsory. But will it be enough to prevent more deaths? Only time will tell...  

 Why am I writing all this crap? Well, this afternoon, the World Health Organization and FEMA issued a joint statement. It was long and full of words unknown to me, but one statement stuck. This virus is like no other. 

Don't ask me why but, from that moment all I could think about is you and the time we spent together...

Human

By Milan Bakrania

                                            

10:58 PM..."Zenith!"

 I turn to see an oversized silhouette approaching fast. In seconds he is in front of me removing his mask. It's my friend Roshan, sweating like a pig, huffing and puffing, coating the whole vicinity in his garlicky scene. He's obviously been running for quite a while. 

"It's Joy," he finally bleats, putting two chubby hands on my bony shoulders. "He's been kidnapped!"

It had become personal now...Zen had followed all the rules, wearing a mask continuously and helping to keep his work environment as well as his home as clean as possible. But Roshan and Joy had been his best friends for so long--and in this world you had to work at keeping friends close.

Obviously he had not been successful in keeping his wife close! Ha! That rarely crossed his mind anymore, so he spent much time out with his friends, after work, enjoying what the recent news was that each had heard. Joy was an engineer, but had been forced to work selling on the streets. If there had not already been others who had been kidnapped, they would not have worried, thinking Joy was just off somewhere, but when they got to his apartment and found too many of his personal items that he would never leave behind, they knew he must have been taken.

"Last week, a policeman followed a group of
children being led by two possible kidnappers
into a field just outside the old city, over a
passing brook and into an unmarked village.
When the policeman entered the village, it was
deserted. There was no sign of life apart from
a small temple at the centre, a dried-up well
under a very old tall tree and intricately
carved ruins scattered everywhere...No
trace of existence has been found in the
area, even after a forensic search. The
policeman has been sent on an extended leave.

Zenith is a wonderful character. He is always running, to get to work, to get done, and go to the wonderful place there at work--where the engineers worked. Zen had wanted to be an engineer. His father had not been supportive, but his Uncle Ryan--was continually encouraging, continuing to remind him to dream, that he could be what he wanted to be...But now, he cleaned--the buildings where great engineering projects were being handled constantly. And the people who worked there liked him and would share their activities with Zen, as if he was their peer, even though he would never be at this time in his life. 
Now, though, when he got off work, he would search for his friend Joy or talk with Roshan, deciding what to do next. With so many people dying, the police were constantly involved in cleanup! Body bags were routinely around for use and because of the volume dying, they were taken to a common dump for burning. There was just no time to provide for family remembrances--sometimes they didn't even learn their loved one had died and been carried away until much later!
Roshan died from the virus...He was now alone, trying to find his other friend.
Then a text message came--apparently from the kidnappers and directed him to Ellis Bridge:

"Joy is waiting for you. Come to the centre of Ellis Bridge, 9am...Come alone..." Another text later came but he didn't know what the letters and numbers meant. He had gone to the Bridge but nobody had been there, so he decided he'd better get to work. There, he asked for help in determining what the numbers meant... A GPS!

He Started out again...,

Later, those with whom he worked, would ask about him... They would realize he had disappeared...like the others...

Zenith, and readers, are about to go on an adventure like no other. Across the world, millions were dying from the virus... Would it be the end of the world? 

Milan Bakrania has given readers a story not of the end of the world as it had become... But of what it could be... His vision was perhaps from his own dreams... Or were his dreams preparing him for what was to come? Suddenly after reading a story with a man named Zenith as the main character--a cleaner, a janitor, who had dreamed of being an engineer has left Ahmed City, India, to a place where most have magically been taken...Zenith walked in...

From a somewhat simple story of a man's life, the novel moves to a place where I wanted to be... I wanted to explore and be out with Zen to see what he was discovering. For there were people from all over the world--from every culture,  those of every color...and...there was hope there...I became once again hopeful for the world.

Thank you Milan Bakrania.  May your dreams and the dreams of many others across this world come true...

Highly recommended! But do take the time to realize that it is from the simple life of one man, who dreams, that this world may just come...

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Born in London. Grew up wanting to be a doctor, astronaut, singer and archeologist but ended up in the IT field! Writing was something I always did but never saw it as a career until I was threatened with redundancy…that’s when I re-discovered the creative juices. Along with writing, my wife and I are CEO/founders of Swaroop Arts, a platform established to exhibit our paintings…another hobby that’s become a career!

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Rosie Thomas Takes Readers to Kashmir in Her Latest Wonderful Novel!

The Kashmir Shawl

By Rosie Thomas

I've just had a wonderful literary trip through Wales, Kashmir and many other small villages in India--one of the places I have always wanted to visit... And Rosie Thomas provided many engaging companions with which to make those travels! This was my first reading for Thomas and I'm so happy to have the opportunity to travel  with her. Yes, we were traveling together just because her descriptions were so beautifully presented. She took time to describe the land in which she had her characters fall in love with and sometimes, readers will just feel like you are there too...

"Ness," or Nerys Watkins captured most of my attention as she traveled next to her missionary husband in response to his call to serve in India. She is really the focal point of everything happening, but sees herself only as an "adjunct" to the missionary. But watch how she gathers the village children, beginning a small school as well as caring for so many there... Later, she becomes even more the one "creating" the story!

The story begins and ends with Mair, the granddaughter, who upon the death of her last parent, finds the Kashmir Shawl. She is the youngest of three children, single, and has no real commitments in life, so she takes the opportunity to "track" where the Shawl came from, and the story behind it. While Mair is greatly affected by her travels, it is secondary to the main story, so I won't say too much about it, except that I loved how Mair "closed out" everything just like her grandmother would have wanted. A truly remarkable story of family and agape love...

One thing that was interesting to me was that the Shawl that was made was so uniquely created that Mair had a hard time even finding individuals who knew how it was done. It is Mair, however, through her search, that we learn even more about making the shawls... From those who kept the animals on to those who spun and then made them. The best shawls would take up to a year to make! No wonder it had been declared as a dowry, don't you think?

It really is a small world, isn't it? Nerys and her husband traveled from Wales with Nerys knowing little of the language, yet she started to sing and play with the children, and by taking the children in, feeding them, she began the real community that developed. Not trying to discount the work of her husband, but there were two major religions in the region, so converts to Christianity--Evan was a Presbyterian minister--was slow and most of the work was in helping the community with food and medical assistance. Soon, though, the minister decided to travel to smaller communities and, because of the weather, decisions were made that affected Nerys' entire life...

The houseboats at that time were much older and in poor condition
but Nerys thought it was wonderful!

"For Nerys, Srinagar had a wintry loveliness that the society
migrants of the summer season could hardly have imagined.
"Smoke from countless wood and charcoal fires curled into the
white skies; bare trees were policed by brooding birds; the clopping
of tonga horses' hoofs was amplified by the frozen silence. When
she work up one morning the lake water was filmy, as if covered
by a layer of oil. The next day it had developed a skin on thin,
glittering plates, like the markings of some huge reptile, and the
one after that it was frozen solid. Moorhens and wagtails left
necklaces of spiky prints in the powdery rime, and garlands of
icicles festooned the houseboats' carved eaves.
"In delight at the beauty of it, she asked Myrtle, "Does this
happen every year?
..."She sighed for bygone days of glamour. 'There won't be
anything of the kind this time. There isn't a soul here and
every damned thing is scarce or rationed or unobtainable.
"I'm here, and Caroline. We'll just have to devise an ice
celebration of our own. Rainer will help..."
~~~

There were few English speaking individuals where the mission was located, so any type of social event, included Evan and Nerys because of his position in the community. It was during such an event that Nerys and Myrtle became close friends, even though they were from different social circles. Myrtle's husband was a British Officer and she was left alone often so that the women became closer...Then as Evan began traveling during the winters which were so severe, he suggested that Nerys accompany Myrtle and her husband to visit their home until he was able to come.

But Myrtle's husband soon went back to war. And Caroline and Rainer came into their lives through one of the last social events.

Caroline was a young wife of another soldier. She was so sad and in need of help that both Myrtle and Nerys became close and took her under their wings...

Especially when she had come to them about a pregnancy--that was not caused by her husband. Nearly everybody had known that she and the Prince had been involved. But nobody had known that she had been a virgin
until they had been intimate. But, of course, the Prince and his family would never consider her as a potential wife...

So the three women devised a plan...

"As ever, it was cold in the raftered room overlooking
the Jhelum river.
"Take this off," he ordered her. She unbuttoned the
Chinese robe and let it drop at her feet. Rainer kissed
her naked shoulder before wrapping her up in a
pashmina shawl. Then he lifted her chin and killed
her mouth, holding her against him as if she weighed
nothing.
"You are magical," he murmured, after a long time.
With difficulty he stepped back...
"Rainer clinked his glass against hers. She could see
the weather-beaten furrows of his lion's face. 'We make
a good team,' he said. His praise was precious to her."
~~~

In the meantime, Nerys had gained her own admirer. While Evan had briefly engaged in sexual relations for his relief, it had left Nerys perhaps more vulnerable than she would have been. Rainer was a magician and much more, that is kept secret...

And so those four friends bonded together to help Caroline through her pregnancy. There was danger because the Prince had warned that there could be no shame brought upon his family. So they hid the child in various places until the day that Rainer planned an escape, which appeared to lead to an accidental death of those involved...

There is so much to discover in this 460+ page epic novel! The missionary life, the village life for those involved in the making of beautiful shawls, the lives of military wives, left alone by their soldier husbands, their fear and loneliness...and their subsequent deep friendships with other women. Truly a memorable story of the love and friendship gained in living together in times of turmoil and war...

Highly recommended as an historical novel as well as a magnificent drama of life in a beautiful part of India...


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Rosie Thomas is the author of numerous critically acclaimed, bestselling novels. She has won the Romantic Novel of the Year Award twice, for her novels Iris and Ruby and Sunrise. Born in a small village in northern Wales, Thomas discovered a love of traveling and mountaineering when her children were grown. In the years since, she has climbed in the Alps and the Himalayas, competed in the Peking to Paris car rally, trekked in the footsteps of Shackleton on South Georgia Island, and spent time on a tiny Bulgarian research station in Antarctica. To research The Kashmir Shawl, Rosie Thomas traveled to Ladakh and Kashmir.

Learn more about Rosie at www.rosiethomasauthor.com. See more pictures on The Kashmir Shawl on the author's Facebook page too!

Added for Those Who Wish to See More About Shawls Being Made...Fascinating!

Reading: Unbound Boxes Limping Gods: Alexand Merek

Unbound Boxes

  Limping Gods:

Alexand Merek


By Cheryl Moore


Time Line: 3997, India


Best to click over to Cheryl's blog for easy reading of connected material...but come back for discussion!

My Thoughts:

It seems I've seen and held that key
at some time, now memory is gone, why
is it here...And who is that woman
holding it out, taunting me???
She looks like someone I once saw
reflected in a mirror...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/linnybinnypix
/367572402/sizes/m/in/photostream/

Via the timeline, I have actually arrived at Issue #1 of Cheryl's Blog. This time I went over and read the comments she received from this first entry...all are so positive! Myself--I think she was right to start with this one. It is the most powerful of those I've read. Indeed, it is amazing in its depth of emotion and we are all caught in the surreal world in which Alexand lives, even though she, right now, does not even live...anywhere. I find I have had glimpses of that world of nothingness...it pulls you in, not wanting you to see the signs of reality around you--those boots, the piano key--they are meaningless, as, really, is her husband...

Feedback is specifically given re the microstories... I find I think of them as what we would normally call scenes in a novel. To me, they are ultimately unsatisfying. They initiate thirst without a drink, or even hope of a drink... they tease and taunt, telling me that I will not be satisfied, ever, with closure... 

On the other hand, with such temptation comes the desire, the need to read the entire story...I want to know what happened between the time the magician came into her cell and she asked him to magically transport them out of there! But we know that the magician was not a real magician--he could not even get himself out, though he had stolen the key to attempt it... Then going back further, I want to know how and why she was placed in the asylum...et. al. I do hope the publisher now considering Chery's novel is taking the extra time to follow her blog, to see the interest, the following that is developing for this new author...

!!!!!!!!

Questions for Cheryl: How did all this start? What is your writing background, when did you start writing? Who are your role models/which books brought you to experiment with this speculative world of yours? Is it totally separated from your real life? How do you move from life into this world of Alexand?

If you were to write the back cover blurb for your novel, what would it say?

The Connection, A Lovely Poem, And More, is Shared from Author Rajyeshwari Ghosh

The Connection

The fragrance of the newly blossomed flowers,
the chirping of the birds,
and the texture of the earth -
all remind me there is life.
There is a life to live and experience!
The blue sky is so magnificent,
and the ocean is so infinite
I feel like a tiny creature in this entire Universe!
How amazing this life is which unfolds itself
to something it is destined to be!
Just like a flower - it blooms, it graces the surrounding,
and spreads aroma - it is a joy to behold.
The sublime sensation that arose from the tone
of the sweet voice echoing from the distance
is a pure connection to the world within!

--From the Essence of My Existence

From the Back Cover -

Is the essence of my existence real or it is a pale illusion? Who am I destined to be?

Synopsis

These are some of the questions that led Rajyeshwari Ghosh to explore the world “outside” and “within” her. On her own from the age of 18, she came from India to the USA as an Undergraduate International Student. The poet poignantly delivers an insight into her world as a non-resident alien in the United States; we view her growth through her pain, anguish, joy and laughter. Her quest to seek the "Ultimate Truth" led her to confront courageously some of the severe trials and tribulations of life. In this deeply reflective, heartwarming volume of poems, the poet explores the very fabric of her existence –whether it’s a pale illusion or authentic. She transcends her sufferings, as she harmonizes her life with the guidance from the Universe, and ultimately rejoices to find her bliss in her own existence. Through her graceful words, raw emotions, feelings and artistic presence, she makes a powerful connection with the universal humanity. Her poems will render joy, and an affirmation that adversities can be overcome and dreams can come true!

You can read reviews on my Facebook Fan page (3 of the reviews are included in the Back Cover and the rest are inside the book) by clicking http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=132090039701

Review: A Circle of Souls - Psychological Suspense At Its Spookiest!

A Circle of Souls
By Preetham Grandhi
Sweetwater Books
ISBN: 9781599552354
341 Pages


Dr. Preetham Grandhi’s, A Circle of Souls, is not only a fantastic psychological suspense novel, it’s sp-ooooo-ky! I loved it!

Janet was walking home from school, worrying about the fifth-grade math test she had taken that day when she decided to take a different route, through private property. When she reached Willow Lake and started to pass the old red boathouse, she heard a noise and was concerned that somebody might need help. She went to investigate, and was never seen again.

At least by anybody other than seven-year-old Naya...

Naya had been taken to the hospital after she had been found sleepwalking by her adoptive parents and they realized that she had placed herself in danger. Dr. Peter Gram, a psychiatrist at Newbury Hospital was immediately drawn to Naya and became personally involved in helping her. Fortunately, Naya felt comfortable with him and was quite willing to share drawings of the dreams that were disturbing her sleep. One picture was of a young blond girl who was lying on the ground near a large rock.

Peter had lived in Connecticut, around this area all of his life; and he immediately recognized the rock! But he felt he had to make sure so he drove to the site and climbed to the top of the rock as he had done in his youth and was certain this was the place in Naya’s picture, though he knew she couldn’t have been there. Next he went to check out the location of where the little girl had been placed. And soon found himself in handcuffs!

Leia Bines, an FBI agent expert in cases involving children, was fairly certain this man was not the one who had killed Janet, but she was taking no chances, at least until one of the local officers joined her and identified Dr. Gram. Hhe explained why he was there, although they were not inclined to believe that a little girl had somehow psychically envisioned the location where Janet had been found.

With no other leads, Leia Bines has no choice but to take Dr. Gram’s help! As each picture involved Janet, Dr. Gram seeks out Naya’s Indian family, trying to find out more about her medical background, hoping to discover what was causing her sleep disturbance. When Peter met with Mr. Iyengar, Naya’s uncle, he learned that her mother had been a “Seeked One” and apparently so was Naya...

But then there came a night that Naya’s dream was of herself, and she hadn’t had time to show her new picture to Dr. Gram. Naya had disappeared!

A Circle of Souls by Preetham Grandhi is a beautifully written walk into a mystical world of suspense. Readers are caught with clues that could mean this one, or that one, but are not really sure until the very end. At the same time, the loving way in which Grandhi writes and talks about the children in the psychiatric unit reveals his own personal commitment to his New York patients. Much applause for his novel and his work! I’ll be trackling Preetham Grandhi, hoping he has another novel coming soon!


G. A. Bixler