About my first Book
I am Uthaman. Dead - but not dead and gone. Dead and here. Invisible, an inaudible whisper. Living, longing, loving, losing, all over again....my final 41 days of earthly abode. Friend of the darkness, fading in the light, the light of all the good in me keeping me afloat.... The bonds of love shimmering weightless in the dark, holding me together, filling my soul. The longings, ever so sweet and bitter, dragging me, lifting me, helping me flee. The baggage of 39 years, did I get away light?
Marking the Cover
When life dealt a blow to my colleague and friend, I decided to write a novel on the tragedy of a man who left his native place only to find himself returning home from foreign land in a casket. The heartbreak, his dreams and aspirations have been compiled as a soliloguy of a man who died in foreign soil. When i started writing this book, i felt the need to explore a very different subject. Simi ...