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About the author:
Hemalatha Gnanasekar works as a secretary in Hindustan Petroleum Corporation Limited. She lives in Chennai with her husband, daughter and son. Reading is and has always been her passion and has slowly fueled her desire and zest for writing.
Even as she Juggles and maintains the balance between home and work life, she still manages to write a few pages every day. Her books generally describe the contemporary life-style of people and the complications they get entangled with.
She likes to write about women and the variegated challenges they face.
Her published books include: The Priceless Gift and Life Lessons from India-A Woman’s Memoir.
What inspired you to write your book?
The fact that young teenage girls don't value the advice of their parents and get into trouble is what made me write this book.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Mukesh was having a bath when he heard his cell phone buzz. He ignored it. He cursed his mother for having talked him into marrying a girl ten years younger than him, despite his protests that their viewpoints would be incompatible. Although he had borne all his young wife’s tantrums and wayward behavior patiently, she had left him. Mukesh was heart-broken now. His marriage had lasted only six months. All his efforts to salvage it had been futile.
He had switched off his cell phone the previous afternoon. Ever since he had read Nithya’s dreadfully final note, his mind had been in turmoil and he wanted to shut the world out. If only he had not been quite so accommodating and adjustable with his young wife’s vagaries, things would never have come to such a pass. But the damage was irrevocable and all he could do now was to reconcile himself to the broken relationship and move on.
It was only early that morning that he had switched his mobile back on and he was already regretting it. He stood under the shower for a long time, letting the cold-water flow over his body, but it did little to soothe his turbulent thoughts.
When he stepped into the bedroom, toweling his rather slim body, the phone was still ringing. Irritated, he picked it up, then froze when he noticed the caller ID. Nithya. What did she want from him now ? Hadn’t she caused enough agony already! He disconnected the call; almost immediately, the phone rang again. He let it ring for a minute or so before finally giving in. ‘What do you want?’ he asked gruffly.
In response, all he could hear were sobs. Frustrated, he yelled, ‘Who is this?’
Between sobs, Nithya said, ‘Mukesh … please … please … don’t hang up.’
He snorted angrily.
‘Mukesh … listen to me, please. I’m in trouble. I need your help.’
‘Is that so?’ he asked sarcastically.
Nithya sniffed and cleared her throat. ‘Mukesh … please note down this address and come quickly.’
‘Nithya,’ Mukesh said, ‘you and I are finished, remember? So this, whatever it is, is none of my business!’
‘Mukesh, please,’ she cried, beseechingly, ‘I don’t know how much time I have.’ She dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘I cannot talk now. I’ll explain everything in detail later. Now, please, please, write this address down, and come here as soon as you can.’
As Mukesh desultorily scribbled the address on a bit of paper, the phone went dead.
Mukesh stared at the address blankly for a while before crumpling the piece of paper and flinging it into the bin. If Nithya was in trouble, she deserved it.