My latest book is The One Who Swam With The Fishes.
"A mesmerizing account of the well-known story of Matsyagandha ... and her transformation from fisherman’s daughter to Satyavati, Santanu’s royal consort and the Mother/Progenitor of the Kuru clan." - Hindustan Times
"Themes of fate, morality and power overlay a subtle and essential feminism to make this lyrical book a must-read. If this is Madhavan’s first book in the Girls from the Mahabharata series, there is much to look forward to in the months to come." - Open Magazine
"A gleeful dollop of Blytonian magic ... Reddy Madhavan is also able to tackle some fairly sensitive subjects such as identity, the love of and karmic ties with parents, adoption, the first sexual encounter, loneliness, and my favourite, feminist rage." - Scroll
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29 August 2004
Unsent-- Inspired By The Song By Alanis Morissette
Dear Arjun, You were my younger man. You were always around when I needed you and when I outgrew you, you stepped away gracefully. You introduced me to calling someone in the middle of the night, our hushed laughter over the phonelines making me feel adventurous. You were pretty in the way no other guy has been. It was fun knowing you and I respect the fact that we have different lives now.
Dear Akrit, You were so nice to me. You treated me like I was the 'good girl' of your dreams. You made me feel good about myself and my appearance. You understood we could never have more than we actually had. You taught me about kisses under the moonlight and the sweetest parting I have ever had.
Dear Sharik, You didn't mean to hurt me. You taught me about intellectual conversations and flirting overseas. You made me learn that I had to be able to "talk" to someone in order to have a relationship with them. I was hurt when we split, but it's okay now, because I have moved on and so have you. I am open to having a conversation with you about the Iliad in the future.
Dear Sanjeev, You were so confused. You kept "drawing me in and then pushing me away from you". You didn't know what you wanted and neither did I. You taught me about heartbreak and how things are never as they seem. I will always remember your kisses---tasting of bubblegum and the first joint I ever smoked was with you.
Dear Karan, You were my first kiss. You were my first "real" boyfriend. We were both so young and playing at dating. I remember the scent of your car mixed with your aftershave, I remember holding hands on the gearshift, I remember you wanting to beat a guy up for flirting with me. I'm sorry we had to break up on your birthday. I hope we can catch up over coffee someday.
Dear K, I still love you and I know that somewhere within you, you miss me. I wish things could be the way they were, but I know that's never going to happen. But because I love you, I'm willing to let you go. Good luck with the world and the rest of your life.