I have always loved rain, so living in England suits me to the ground but I do miss the fury and sheer drama of the Indian monsoon. Monsoon Memories initially started as a picture in my head: Sisters sitting on the veranda as the rain drums on the tiles above and farm women plant paddy saplings in the fields below. It was to begin with a story of the two sisters, one perfect in every way, the other dumpy, ordinary, eager to please. And it sort of evolved from there.
Here’s a short introduction:
Exiled from her family in India for more than a decade, Shirin and her husband lead a comfortable but empty life in London.
Memories of her childhood – exotic fragrances, colours, stifling heat and tropical storms – fill Shirin with a familiar and growing ache for the land and the people that she loves.
With the recollections though, come dark clouds of scandal and secrets. Secrets that forced her to flee her old life and keep her from ever returning.
Thousands of miles away, in Bangalore, the daughter of Shirin’s brother discovers a lost, forgotten photograph. One that has escaped the flames.
Determined to solve the mystery of an aunt she never knew, Reena’s efforts will set in place a chain of events that expose the painful trauma of the past and irrevocably change the path of the future.
An unforgettable journey through a mesmerizing, passionate land of contrasts – and a family whose story will touch your heart.