The Bridal Pyre - Nainam Dahati Pawakah  (English, Paperback, Avantika debnath)

The Bridal Pyre - Nainam Dahati Pawakah O let me color it all with the blood of my heart O let me color it like the vermillion sky Have you seen the sky so vermillion before????? O Let it all be red Red like this vermilion sky And the tears in my eye Have you?... The sky appeared like someone scattered a box of vermillion on it. But this vermillion had nothing as scary, as haunting, as suffocating as the vermillion she had just washed off her head, like a jet of blood, or likr the blood that flushed out, in between of her legs just a couple of months ago. �Don�t touch me anymore, Abhi. I will be sullied, I will be stained, I will be dirty�� Her fatigued body had no strength to clean itself again. Meera was just another contemporary Indian woman studying, working, and dreaming of a beautiful home, a dotting husband. Married off to an NRI, she realized that this marriage was her destitute. Harassed for being a modern educated woman by her in-laws soon Meera turned into a barrel to fish out money from her retired father to provide for the U.S returned son-in-law�s education, fashion, and lifestyle. As advised by her mother � girls need to adjust a little after marriage � Meera adjusted to every turn life took. The only turn she couldn�t adjust take was at the staircase where she lied helpless witnessing her child flowing out of her womb - thick blood drenching her yellow cotton saree red. She stood up. One against all, claiming justice for the child she never saw, and the humiliation her parents �I have seen such strong men cry like babies while getting a broken bone fixed. How are you bearing with this pain so tranquilly?� asked the doctor.�May be I am not a man, but what made you think that I am not strong?� Ambushed by the police, the lawyers, the judges, politicians, big businessmen, media, she couldn�t be stopped. She could not be broken or be burnt�.And they said even the holy Ganga would refuse to immerse her� She was no more a body with a soul. She was a soul with a body. And the soul doesn�t get She sat on her pyre and set it ablaze�.The Bridal Pyre�.but, Nainam Dahati Pawakah.

About the Author

Avantika Debnath is a writer at heart and dancer at soul but to earn a living she works as an HR professional in a multinational company. She hails from the City of Joy - Kolkata, West Bengal and stays in the City of Nizams: Hyderabad, Telengana. She has done her Bachelor�s from Calcutta University with Major in English and has an MBA degree from The Institute of Chartered Financial Analysts of India (ICFAI). Being into human resources, Avantika�s profession has given her the opportunity to meet a number of people on a daily basis. By the virtue of the nature of her work, she gets an insight into various angles of their lives. These are the people she meets and their lives which Avantika intends to immortalize through her writings. Her protagonists are not anything larger than the ordinary, but their actions and choices make them worth of being sung as heroes. Having written widely in various websites, and print media, and being a regular contributor to the Chicken Soup for the Indian Soul series, she is final ready with her debut novel - The Bridal Pyre - Nainam Dahati Pawakah for you to read this September. Meanwhile please enjoy her dig on social norms.