It is a pleasure to share extracts & links of Deepti Menon’s book Shadow in the Mirror. I am a great fan of her writings @ http://deepties.blogspot.in/ and her posts for Readomania.
Here are a few links to some of my favorite articles:
Here is a well-thought cover of the book:
The mansion took her breath away, an impressive building that was a network of pillars, staircases and a verandah that belted its way around the house’s ample girth. There were huge black pots with plants in each one of them, with bright green leaves, as well as some ornamental palms. An antique lamp of brass, which shone like gold, stood in one corner beside a large ‘aatukattil’, a hanging wooden bed, which must have been an expensive family heirloom.
“Not for nothing is he called Money Bags Madhav!” she smiled to herself as she strode up to the wooden door, with brass inlays, polished to a nicety. Patting down a stray lock, she grinned at the sight of her face, unflatteringly reflected against the polished wood, and rang the bell, which echoed in the recesses of the building.
The door slid open silently, a butler reminiscent of Wooster’s Jeeves stood there in all his majesty, and ushered her into a cavernous hall. A butler… did these folks imagine they were still in the British Raj? She hardly had time to collect her thoughts when Money Bags, oops, Mr. MB Madhav strode into the room. He was a tall handsome man with graying temples and a ramrod back. His lined face seemed to suggest that life had dealt unfairly with him. “Unfair, with all that money?” Vinny could not repress the thought as his sharp eyes swept over her slight figure. A momentary expression of surprise touched them.
“What can I do for you, young lady?’ he barked, startling her for a moment.
“Your daughter… I would like to talk to you about her!” she blurted out. A pregnant pause followed and she found herself holding her breath, wishing she could have been a little more circumspect about introducing the topic.
“Are you a friend of Nita’s?” he asked.
Vinny shook her head, “I’ve never even met her. But I am interested in how she died.”
Instinctively she realized that that was the wrong thing to say. The big man’s face darkened as he said brusquely, “I have nothing to say. If I had known that you had come to rake up wounds that are still fresh, I would never have come down to meet you. Excuse me!” He turned away, his shoulders drooping a fraction, as he made his way towards the door. It was evident that the man was in agony, but Vinny could not but appreciate how well he was holding up. She had to get through to him, before he set Jeeves in motion to throw her out.
Taking a deep breath, Vinny stepped forward with all the courage she could muster. “Please, you must listen to me. Nita…” she took a deep breath as he showed no signs of stopping, and said boldly, “Nita did not commit suicide. It was murder!”
Mr. Madhav flinched as if he had received a slap in the face. He froze as the import of the words hit him. He pivoted around and faced her, fury transforming his face as he spat out the words.
“Now listen, you meddling girl,” he said sharply, “I do not want you spreading such malicious tales for your own glory! I am a powerful man and I have friends in high places! I will sue you if you slander my daughter! Now get out!”
His face had turned to granite, but Vinny stood her ground even though she was quaking inwardly. “I am sorry for having blurted it out but you gave me no chance to explain!” She held out the piece of paper to him, her eyes pleading with him. Obviously he could read the sincerity in them for he glanced down at it. He suddenly seemed to age before her very eyes, as he collapsed onto the sofa behind him, disbelief in his eyes as he re-read the brief note.
Deepti Menon is the author of two books, ‘Arms and the Woman’ and ‘Deeparadhana’. She has worked as a journalist with several publications, and is now a freelance editor. Short stories with deft twists and tongue-in-cheek articles that tickle the funny bone are her forte. Deepti lives with her family in Chennai.
Availability: The book has been published by Readomania and is available on Amazon.in and in major bookshops, like Starmark and Odyssey.
Genre: Shadow in the Mirror is a psychological thriller.
Editor: Dipankar Mukherjee – firstname.lastname@example.org
Do consider reading it! She has a unique writing style, one that not only carries the story forward but also enhances your own vocabulary 🙂