I'm writing a book...

Hi friends, after a lot of thought about what to do to fill space when my machine plays games with me, I came up with an idea. I'll get on with the book I had started writing a few days... okay months... OKAY years back... 

I had done a small ghost writing project for a book, now the e-version of which has been released. You can find the book here.

At the same time, I was also thinking of writing my own book. I have the plot ready, the chapter outlines are done. Two of the fourteen chapters have been written. 

So white Bernette is busy with her service man, I'll get to my computer and complete the book.

I'm posting the prologue for you guys to read and comment. I would love honest opinions on whether you guys would like to read the book further. Feel free to make comments if you do not like it too. It will help me a lot.

Thanks. 

Here's the prologue...

Now what’s so special about getting a Mother’s Day card? Ask me. I saw someone get one today; prepared by a wonderful daughter. It is a simple sketch of a house in the hills. The sun is setting behind three brown triangles. The moon is rising in the other corner. There are stars in the sky near the moon and a few birds flying near the sun. There is a tree next to the house with a dozen apples on it. There is a dog basking in the sun near a pot with blue flowers. And there are two people standing on the winding pathway leading towards the red doors of a yellow colored house. A small girl with two pig-tails in a pink frock – that must be Isha; and another figure in a pale blue shirt and a grey trouser. Yes, that’s what special about that someone getting a Mother’s Day card – he’s not Isha’s mother, he’s Pranay, her father.

Isha is as wonderful as a nine year old girl can be. She waits for her father in the balcony when he comes home from the office. They usually go out to play after that. They spend an entire hour in the lawns of our building. Sometimes they even go for a swim. Pranay does the swimming and Isha watches him, fascinated. He does not let her into the water; he does not want to expose her to any infections. Her stories from the school fill up his evenings until their dinner. He reads out a story to her from the Panchatantra before she goes to sleep. Watching her sleep soundly gives him a pleasure that none of his achievements have ever given him. She is a unique child in more ways that one can say. Sometimes Pranay is scared that he might not be able to live up to her expectations. But she rarely expects anything other than his love and time. He would give anything to keep her with him – forever. But he knows that might not be possible. She might have to go one day. And that day might not be far.

Even as I talk to you she is there, behind this very wall. Pranay’s daughter, Isha, is here in the ICU of this hospital. She is fighting a battle with her death after fighting one with everyone around her. It took them two years. Two years of a struggle that people cannot even dream about; a struggle that has now become his motive in life. His little princess has suffered even at the hands of strangers for no fault of hers. And today He is ready to do anything to keep her with him, alive.

There is a simple word with barely six letters that makes her different from the other kids around us.

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