By Devjani bodepudi
Mirrors
Publisher: Holland House Books
A letter from a mother to her daughter reveals a life changing secret…Thousands of miles away, a woman is trapped in a loveless marriage…
Shika has lived in the shadow of her sister’s ghost all her life. The death of her father compels her to search for the answers to questions she had buried long ago. Determined to recover a scattered past and make sense of herself, Shika undertakes a journey which leads her across the world, to the heart of Kolkata.
Mirrors is a story of identity, truth, and uncovering who we truly are.
“But you won’t forget. And you mustn’t. This is a part of you, the strong part, the part that made you want to change things.”
– MIRRORS
Author & POET
Devjani Bodepudi
Devjani is an author, a poet and a teacher. She lives in Warwickshire with her family and is currently working on her second novel. She enjoys reading a range of different genres, including historical fiction, graphic novels and picture books. She is greatly influenced by her Bengali heritage and believes inspiration can be found everywhere.
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Covid-19
Let me share a poem first and then I'll share my thoughts. Perhaps the poem will make more sense then. Let me know your thoughts. How are you coping? The Virus Life is an inevitability inside my garden Just as death has become one on the outside. Like the green...
I would…
Over the weekend, I was lucky enough to listen to poet Roy McFarlane read and perform some of his amazing poems. I remarked, before the session that I was focusing on prose rather than poetry but that changed after the event. I left feeling inspired and the following...
A whole other thing!
So much has happened since my last proper blog post. It’s been a whirlwind of activity and now I am left exhausted but happy. The big news is that my book MIRRORS, published by Holland House Books is finally out! The print edition came out in January and the launch...
A chapter from Suva and Kyto -In Search of the Gate
That night Suva’s limbs ached. She lay awake feeling her way through her body with her mind. She began at her toes and moved her way her up. There was no part of her that did not hurt as she moved them, but the ache in her heart was less. There, the pain was replaced...
Chapter 12-Lost Song
Hi All, Below is a work in progress. I'm not sure I even like it. I would love your feedback on style and content. Is the dialogue a bit rubbish. 1st person present tense-does it work? It's been a while since I shared any kind of new fiction with you all, I'm a little...
In Awe
You see me how, now? You see me put my clothes on, A tired ritual in the dark of an autumn morning. After children, after brushing my teeth, After waking from another life. The life where I was someone not as I am Known to you. I think back to when I was unknown to...