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About the author:
Fawzia is an accomplished musician in her own right, mainly playing instruments such as Keyboard and Mandolin. She has published articles in community magazines and newspapers some involved interviewing High-tech entrepreneurs in Silicon Valley, California. She has a B.S. Degree in Geology and a Certification in Technical Writing. Her short novel, ‘Just One More Time’ is her debut into the world of fiction writing. She works as an IT Technical Writer and lives in Orange County, California.
What inspired you to write your book?
Just about everyone I’ve known in life seems to be looking for love. I was no exception. An old romantic at heart and a love-optimist, I’ve pursued love and believed once that I even found it. But it escaped me somehow. Time is a kind healer of just about everything. Finally, I reached a state where I no longer desired and pursued love and from that place of inner peace I decided to write this love story of second chances between two people separated by time and status. I wanted to believe that such love is possible. In the process I became the main characters and through this writing I experienced the love I had always wanted. This book is for those romantic souls who want love and believe that it exists.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“This way sir.”
A waiter in his mid-twenties ushered Vijay to his reserved seating and offered him two menus. It was a semi-private booth at a cozy corner overlooking the Arabian Sea. Far from the hustle and bustle of Mumbai lay Sea Breeze, a secluded and hard-to-find restaurant, and a safe-haven for those seeking romantic moments with their special someone. Its dining area on the deck opened up onto the beach. The low lighting, candlelit ambience and the sound of the clement waves lapping at the shore made it the perfect place for the occasion Vijay had planned.
He would’ve picked her up, but today he chose to send his son Anand to get Madhuri. It was all part of the surprise. A bit restless, Vijay glanced at his watch. On its blue dial, the silver arrows pointed to the number seven. He had arrived a little too early perhaps to compose himself before the special evening. He could sense a grip of anxiety prevailing over his usual calm demeanor. Madhuri was due any time now. He had been seeing this beautiful young lady for the past six months or so. It hadn’t been love at first sight for either of them. They only thought of complications regarding a gap in their age and status. However, beyond their level heads and calculative nature, love had overtaken them before they knew it.
For years, no one had seen grief-stricken widower Vijay this elated. Now everyone was happy for him.
It was more painful as Radha had breathed her last in his hands.
A tap on his shoulder woke him up. The nurse’s soft, kind words announced the closing of that chapter in his life. “Sir, she is gone. I’m so sorry,” the nurse said. The news left him shattered and profoundly sad as he hadn’t even said goodbye to his dear Radha.
The table for two, decorated with colorful candles and mesmerizing flowers, set the tone for the romantic evening. A bottle of Dom Perignon lay chilled on a bed of ice. Vijay ordered a glass of white wine, intending to busy himself until Madhuri arrived. The waiter returned with a glass of chardonnay.
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