15 January, 2017

#SpecialFeature :: Read an #Excerpt from Grow Up Messy!? by Paromita Goswami

*** Special Feature - January 2017 ***

About the Author:

Paromita Goswami is a writer and storyteller by passion and a rebel by choice. She says the world is full of stories and as a writer she loves to pen them down. Her work is not genre specific. From literary fiction to children book to upcoming paranormal thriller and women fiction Paromita Goswami‘s books offer the variety of life to her readers. Besides writing, she is also the founder of reading club that enhances book reading habit in children. She lives in central India with her family.

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Read an Excerpt from Grow Up Messy!?

Misry opened her eyes to a different world, a world of cozy living among nature with numerous trees making up the view from the small windows in the room. She was sleeping on a huge bamboo bed, big enough to fit in four or five adults. Sounds of different animals reached her ears. She jumped out of her bed and her feet touched the mud flooring. She had never seen that before. The previous night due to no electricity she didn’t get time to inspect the surroundings. But in the broad daylight everything here seemed so different.
Rather unusual too because she could now see two girls with the same face peeping inside from two different windows of the room. She turned to Madhavi who was unpacking her bag.
“Ma who are those girls, peeping in?” asked Misry.
“Dia and Ria, your cousins.”
“But they look alike?”
“That’s because they are identical twins.”
“What are identical twins?”
“When God makes two people from the same mould, they become identical twins.”
Misry started thinking of the mould. She had seen Ma use moulds to bake cookies. They all looked the same. She looked back at the girls and asked her mother again.
But how will I know who is who?”
“Even I am confused. You should ask Raju. He will tell you.”
Misry looked back at the girls. Their frocks were same, their chappals were same and so was their pony tail. Misry was surprised.
The girls finally came over to her.
“So you are Messy! Raju told us about you. You don’t know swimming and cannot climb trees,” they sang in chorus.
“Who says? I have learnt it now. You want to see?” Misry answered confidently.
“No. Ma will beat us. Girls should not climb trees. You can hurt your limbs. And those scratch marks will remain forever. Even on your Wedding Day,” said the girls.
Misry shrugged, “But who is getting married now?”
“Why, don’t you want to get married one day like Pallavi Pishi?” they asked.
“Yes but she is so big. And why do you call her Pishi. She is Mashi.” Misry corrected them.
“Jah! Father’s sister is Pishi and mother’s sister is Mashi. Our father is your mother’s brother. So your mother is our Pishi too.”
“Good! I am learning new things here. So, what are your names?”
“Dia Ria,” they replied in chorus.
“But who is who. You both look same to me.”
The girls laughed. “Everyone says so but you know we have lots of difference. I am Dia, the elder one. I love chocolates, can hold my breath for longer time, can make good sketches and love dogs.”
“And I am Ria, the younger one. I love hot and spicy food, reading comics, singing and cats.”
“That’s fine, but you look same. How will I know who is who?” asked Misry, still confused.
“We will tell you the secret. Ria has a mole on her right hand. Other than that it is very difficult to say who is who. Even Bapi gets confused sometimes.”
“I also have a secret,”Misry whispered, “Ma is getting me a Talking Doll very soon. I think it will be my lookalike.”
“A talking doll! Wow! We have never seen one before. Will you let us play with it?”
“Hmm. Okay! But you will be in my team always.”
The girls nodded.
“You have to cross your heart and swear.”
“We cross our heart and swear we are in your team,” said the twins, in unison, as they moved their right hands over their chest in a criss-cross fashion.
“Great! You can now play with the Talking Doll whenever you want.”
“Yeahhh! But when is Pishi bringing the talking doll for you?”
“Very soon, she had said. I will ask again.”
“Fine you can play with our doll till then but it is just a simple doll and can’t talk.”
“That’s okay!”

About the Book:

Childhood is considered to be the best time of one’s life. What if you get a chance to live it once more with a five-year-old? 

Misry, a naughty five-year-old girl, lives with her parents in a B.S.F border outpost near Indo-Bangladesh border. But with no schools and friends she feels very lonely. She tries to befriend some local village kids. But they find her incompetent in their rural antics. 

They nickname her Messy as most of the time she messes up their plan. Can Misry really be a part of the gang? 

Set in the early eighties, join Misry in the adventures of her life.

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