The book is set in Ooty or Ootacamund as the hill station was known at that time and explores the life of four friends who band together and choose to call themselves the Zenana. This is one part that I am sure most of us will identify with – friendships and coating ourselves in a faux sense of security by giving the relationship a name. Haven’t we all done that, at one time or the other, in our school lives? But, does that faux sense extend to envelop us in security, in reality? Well, that is what the book explores via tragedy and helplessness over that one tragic incident.

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I hardly slept, marinating as I was in the putrid odours of burnt sauce and meat.

The woman achiever award in the field of literature is an annual global award instituted by the Asian Literary Society. It recognizes the work a person has done in a given year based on their contribution to the field of literature. The award has many categories. 

The best blogger award is an annual global award instituted by the Asian Literary Society. It recognizes the work a person has done in a given year based on the literary content that they create.

In the words of Franklin D Roosevelt - Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear. These women understood that. They knew that in order to create their space in the world, they would have to embrace courage and meet their fear headlong.

Priya Bajpai lives and breathes literature.

The stories are like a large bouquet, tastefully decorated with myriad hues and encompassing in their bosom the fragrance of emotions that leave us with a warm and fuzzy feeling.

“Shit! This is the worst possible time to take a break,” I cursed under my breath as my thoughts homed in on the new client pitch in the coming week. “The timing is all f***** up,” I muttered as I mentally ran over the salient points that I wanted to pitch. My forehead furrowed. I arched my back to relieve the tightness. My neck felt stiff and I rolled my shoulders to work the suddenly sore muscles. But, that only brought momentary relief as always.

6th position at the 7th Bharat Award for Literature – International Short Story Contest