Twist Of Fate- A Novel

 First published in Bhutan in 2020

Copyright © 2020 by Basu Dev Acharja

This book is the product of imagination of the

authors. Any resemblance to any actual person, place

and event is coincidental. The authors wish or intend

no harm to any of the names, characters, places and

incidents reflected in the book.

ISBN: 978-99980-925-0-1

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Shayam Prashad Acharya

(Dragon XP)

Printed at Q-Repro Graphics

 “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’ doesn’t make any sense”

- Jalal ad-Din, RUMI

Excerpt from the book: 

 She abhorred winter - like she so much never loved one. A woman in thirties, scarf around her thin neck and an earmuff to keep away the cold she hated. Working in a Ministry of Finance, she has spent seven years, and had she not married Khenrab she would have loved a cold life  even colder than what she felt every winter. As luck would have it there weren’t many winters that she will detest anymore, may be few more years before their transfer. Khenrab on the good side wore nothing more than a piece of shawl and a short pant, but that did too well to him - He was absolutely different from his wife. Whenever he talked about her being too phobic to cold, Pelmo would turn deaf ears and give that “don’t talk to me” like look. In the very end, very last week of winter Pelmo would watch out, peep through the kitchen window making herself glisten with joy of coming spring. They have lived six years and still they are amazed about how two different persons, with different manners and with different lifestyle got too busy creating the life they have loved so far. They are like two ends of the same pole yet, they existed each other lovingly as they have been on their wedding bed, the first night. As they sat on the couch, they deliberated, “Pelmo, you so much like the cold, maybe you were born out of ice”, that was a heavy irony yet Pelmo could not understand it exactly. “I used to love, love as a child when we used to enjoy at the hills above the Thimphu valley, majestically overlooking the maze of river making the wide valley, but now, I don’t know - even my voice catches cold easily...”

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