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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12 February 2009
eM in England (part one)
Gah. I don't even know why I bother anymore coz I only seem to be updating this thing once every couple of weeks. Here's the thing though; the reason posting frequency seems to have gone down. Ever since I became a freelance writer, my columns have been pretty much taking out of me whatever subject matter I need for my posts. So blogging is disjointed, unfrequent and usually not as top quality as it used to be when I was a journalist and wasn't writing about the same things I blog about.
Excuses over, here's what I've been doing. At the moment, I'm in England and boy, does it feel unreal to type that. I didn't honestly think I was going to come, not even when my ticket came, not when the visa came, not until I got onto the plane and even then, butterflies dancing around in my abdomen, I was pretty sure it was a dream or happening to someone else. I got off and pushed my (very heavy) suitcases through the gate, scanning the crowd for JC. No JC. I'm all oh no, what shall I do and segueing into, okay, I must find someplace that will give me change and then find a pay phone and I'm going to kill him but he was there! All waiting and pretty and awesome and we hugged for so long, like our bodies were fused or something. Even now we're pretty much constantly touching, finding excuses (or, not so much) to kiss or hold hands or to rub a friendly hand on the other's face (me) or bottom (him).
I'm in a very pretty English countryside-y place, you know, with foxes and rabbits (and robins, which is what the picture is of) running across the road, and thatched cottages and Enid Blyton and Mistletoe Farm and all that. I even had crumpets for breakfast. If you've ever felt like you were transported back through time into a book and then suddenly saw everything you read about coming to life then you'd know how exciting this is. And if you haven't, then well, perhaps it's time for you to plan a trip somewhere.
AND it's not even that cold which was my biggest worry. Okay so I have a huge thermal jacket and loads of sweaters and boots and stockings, but I thought even those would be inadequate. But it's been nice (the entire day I've been here ie). Very Delhi in the middle of winter, except with central heating. And rain.
Anyway, to make up for my lack of posting, think of this as part one of the eM does England Diaries. The next part will be up on Friday or Sunday. Maybe even (oooh) pictures. Plus more mushy stuff of course, but hey, a girl's gotta have some romance.