Red Chilli Pickle & Moonlit Terraces

This novel is told in stories. It is filled with so many beautiful women and men living in small town in North India. Shagun, Pingla, Laali bring out the generational expressions of girlhood and womanhood. Right from the first chapter opening in a temple of Shiva and an incomplete prayer – the magic and the marriage and the educational voyage of Pingala, is like a one-way ticket to India with food, and smells, and sounds. While in one story, women are sitting and gossiping in a colony lane, in the other Gauri is chasing goons down, and still another, mean girls are picking on nerds and then nerds are excluding the pretty ones. It is a roller coaster of diversity and drama with love and romance and anxiety of young people.

You don't want to miss out on this unique tale. There are no prescriptions, it follows no popular norms of how people should live or behave or fit in… It kicks the stereotypes with one funny tale after another and merges ghosts and ghastly and liberal and loud in the realistic insides of a India that sits on a charpoy by a chauraha over a cup of Masala chai. 

This is Book One in the Series, The Making of Indian Woman Hood