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 July 2006
What IS a wonderwall?
* The weather has been so awesome in this city over the past couple of weeks. It's been raining like mad, my feet and head are usually soaked by the time I get into work, but it's lovely. I don't even mind when the electricity goes, because it's so cool, and I get to watch the sound-and-lightening show from my balcony. The other day, it was storming, early in the morning and there was this TREMENDOUS crash and Lily came running out of her room and I opened bleary eyes and we thought something had broken off of the terrace, right above our house, but when we looked down, we couldn't spot anything. It was quite scary though. I'm so in love with our balcony these days, I was watching the sunrise, one rainy morning, leaning over the parapet and looking out at the dewy wet city below me, with the first sounds of morning--birds chirping etc--and morning people waking up, and I felt this incredible sense of well-being, that is sort of hard to describe, but was a little like the Nescafe ad, you know where that chick is all drinking her coffee and stretching her hands out into the rain? Incidentally, the girl in that ad went to college with me, so it was odd seeing her on TV. I think the monsoon brings out my Inner Romantic and despite the mud I have to keep stepping around, I feel like singing all the time, and dancing around trees and so on. Weird.
* Though the terrrible thing about this general good mood, which seems to have descended on everyone I know, is that no one feels like working. Impromptu trip plans are in the air, everyone's either pulling out all stops during the weekends and partying themselves silly, or planning driving vacations to Neemrana or something. The summer is over, which is sad, because this year has just sped past but now my favourite season will be here in a month or two. I love wintertime. I BOND with wintertime. But, grah, that means only four more months of being in my early twenties, this year I officially reach mid-twenty-age and become a grown up.