The Sound of music

Any Odd Way

The allure of music is so strong that it won’t be very long before we gather to enjoy a recital again. Until then, we learn about the importance of sourcing and caring for fine musical instruments, as we unearth fascinating stories behind the harps, violins, violas, cellos and double basses in the prized NCPA collection.

What is music if not the purest expression of emotions? On the face of it, music is the result of a combination of instrumental sounds, vocals, or both. Fundamentally, it is the union of a musician and their instrument—a unification so coherent that, to the listener, there appears to be no tactile rift between the musician’s physical body and that of their instrument. We have seen this connection between performer and instrument in artistic depictions of classical music greats, from Liszt to Paganini. And, we continue to see it in the manner in which musicians…

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The Jasmine Throne: A Desi Epic You Can’t Put Down – Blog Tour + Review

Writers & Typewriters

Welcome to my tour stop for the Jasmine Throne! Thank you to Caffeine Book Tours and Orbit Books for sending me an e-ARC of The Jasmine Throne as part of my participation in the tour.

Get the Gist: Synopsis

Imprisoned by her dictator brother, Malini spends her days in isolation in the Hirana: an ancient temple that was once the source of the powerful, magical deathless waters — but is now little more than a decaying ruin.

Priya is a maidservant, one among several who make the treacherous journey to the top of the Hirana every night to clean Malini’s chambers. She is happy to be an anonymous drudge, so long as it keeps anyone from guessing the dangerous secret she hides.

But when Malini accidentally bears witness to Priya’s true nature, their destinies become irrevocably tangled. One is a vengeful princess seeking to depose her brother from his throne…

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750 words: Day 7 – Chapter 4 (The hybrid)

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Before you start, I recommend you read the first three chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The hybrid: Possession

I think about Shaam Faeraoh* a lot. I thought of him a lot less when he made the news though, almost a decade ago. Nightwalkers rarely ever made it to high positions in the Authority. Fewer still from the darkest place under the Union – Moonland, where the night never ends. He was ancient but his youthful face didn’t carry the gravity of the decorated scholar he was. Perhaps that’s why he wore the square, black-rimmed spectacles – that lent him the more officious air of a public servant, granted immense power by none other than the Authority itself. He wielded that power, not just in the land of eternal night, but even in the sunlit parts, by the plains and the coasts. The glasses also helped him blend among…

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750 words: Day 6 – Chapter 3

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For chapter 1, click here

For chapter 2, click here

No. 26

He considered himself a good detective. Neutral, methodical, efficient. Not like the others – quick to judge, building full-fledged cases on evidence as feeble as text messages. He didn’t blame them. There were sizeable rewards and media attention extended to officers for detaining suspicious individuals under The Statute of Unity. It was a tricky law. From smuggling arms across the Frontier to making incendiary speeches, anything could be deemed a threat to the Union. It took a discerning, unbiased investigator to filter out the genuine cases from a sea of trifling complaints – anonymous tips, mostly by zealous volunteers who scanned the Interweb for any activity unfavourable to the Union or the Authority running it.

Which is why a “good” detective had to examine every case carefully by running a background checks, rather than directly bringing in…

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750 words: Day 5 – Chapter 2

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To read Chapter 1, click here


“So what is it that you do again?”

“I told you. I am a re-writer. Mind if I smoke?”
She didn’t wait for her date to respond as she casually pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from her shirt pocket. Rolled up sleeves and a button down shirt tucked into a grey pencil skirt and her long hair tied tensely at the back, hinted she’d just been relieved from work. They sat outdoors on a cool night so perhaps she wasn’t feeling warm enough to wear a sundress like the other girls at the bar. She looked a little older than the pictures on her profile, which stated she was 28. Perhaps it was the bags under her eyes – common for those who worked night shifts, at open-minded workplaces that made provisions for nightwalkers.

“For a ‘writer’, you’re very, very vague…

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750 words: Day 4 – Chapter 1

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The hybrid

I am what they call a “hybrid”. It is the least crude of the terms used for young men like me. For the sake of brevity, I’ll have to use less polite terms to describe my origins – my father, a leech and my mother, a fleshling. That I have offended both factions in just one sentence is a testament to my merit as a scribe. Objective and succinct. My editor and those who claim the media is “bought” by the Bloodless would be proud. Although I don’t know how many of these accusers are truly fleshlings with beating hearts and human brains. There are rumours and spurious investigations that assert the Mortals have been infiltrated by artificial intelligence; a swarm of mindless bots, programmed to replicate what’s fed to them by the Authority.

Unions between the Bloodless and the Mortals are rare. Conceptions from such marriages…

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