My Books You can read more about my books including excerpts by following the links below. Agreeing to move to the other side of the world was mad enough but to build a house slap bang against one of the widest, wildest oceans in the world? The obstacles are many and mostly unexpected, like neighbours waving cutlasses over the wall, venomous snakes and stubborn Union men at the gate, not to mention a large and complicated piece of legislation called the Coastal Regulation Zone. Obstacles, however, are meant to be overcome and so they are, with some quick thinking and a few helpful friends, an honest cop and an equally straight-talking scientist, and Excel sheets pulled up on demand to outwit corrupt builders.

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My story so far, in a large and growing nutshell I was born in New Delhi to a Malayali family - father an officer in the Indian Air Force, mother a schoolteacher and one brother two years older than me.

My first novel, Ancient Promises, is semi-autobiographical and describes a Delhi upbringing, interspersed with idyllic holidays in Kerala, which is pretty much how life was. My daughter, born with special needs, led me to the world of Special Education and, in , I left for England again, this time to do a post-grad diploma at the Institute of Education in London.

After divorce and a dream-remarriage to my first love I keep telling you, you must read Ancient Promises , I moved back to England in order to start a new life there.

I taught adults with special needs, did child care work in a Social Services department, worked as a radio journalist at the BBC and, most recently, was a film classifier at the British Board of Film Classification in London. Satisfying and exhausting as much of it was, I was moonlighting almost continuously in those years as a novelist.

Writing is like the tap I had in my bathroom in Delhi that I could never turn off fully. Thanks to a terrific group of parents at Muskaan, most notably the wonderfully serene Shanti Auluck, the Delhi government leased a disused community centre on three acres of land to get the project going and, incredibly, ten residents have now moved in with many more on the waiting list.

Where do these books emerge from? Where do people find the time?? If you get around to reading any, please do use the feedback section as I like knowing what readers think of them erm Or so I thought - until my most ambitious book so far, a big historical novel based on the life of Rani Lakshmibai and set in nineteenth century British India, was banned by the Uttar Pradesh state government! And upset that people who had clearly not read the book were accusing it of being disrespectful of Rani Lakshmibai, a figure I had in fact grown to like enormously while researching her.

But a love story albeit unexpressed and unfulfilled between a widowed Indian queen and her British political agent was considered inflammatory by some. These were a set of books commissioned by Harper Collins in the UK for their Avon imprint that specialises in commercial fiction. Worse, I lost a whole tranche of readers who were oddly irritated at my departure from that sort of lit-fic territory of Ancient Promises and Afterwards.

Besides, would any sane writer admittedly, not many of those around turn down a three-book-deal? In the middle of a recession? With an agent cracking her whip like crazy in the background? In India too, it appeared on various best-seller lists - so a huge heartfelt thank you to all those lovely people who bought the book. Secrets and Sins followed in the summer of A Scandalous Secret is the last in that series phew and reverts in a curious way to the territory of my very first book, being about mothers and daughters.

Quite unlike Ancient Promises, however, this is about a woman who tries to suppress the memory of the child she gave away at birth. She thinks her life is under control when she subsequently marries a man who knows nothing about her past I took a break after all that writing to deadline stuff and used part of it to edit a marvellous anthology on the subject of motherhood.

I moved to Kerala after that, partly to keep an eye on my mother and also to build a small home on Veli beach.

My most recent novel, A Love Story for My Sister, was published in it uses a binary narrative, part-historical, part-contemporary, and tells the story of two kidnapped year-olds who never come home - one lives in contemporary Delhi and the other in Kanpur Cawnpore!

Well, I do hope my dear sweet readers enjoy this new offering. Happy reading! Jaishree x PS.


Jaishree Misra

All her efforts to endear herself to the family of her husband, which includes even begetting a child who is supposed to bridge the gap between herself and her new family, are in vain. She starts rebelling against the snobbish conventions of the family, and slowly there emerges the first faint outline of a plan of escape. She manages a foreign scholarship to go abroad, and it is then, when she is almost ready to get out, that the panicky husband and in-laws try their best to stop her. The last step in this manoeuvre is to take away her daughter Riya.



Once I did realise, the absence of mobile phones, internet and other 21st century communication methods suddenly jumped out at me. Reflecting on that, I can see that an author of fiction would most likely have piled on the abuse with a heavier spoon, probably had the husband beating his wife, the mother-in-law making her scrub the floor like Cinderella, and her own mother and grandmother forcing her back to her in-laws. I respect Jaishree Misra for not giving into that temptation. Instead there are things the family do to her - more subtle, more conniving - that are all the more powerful for being contrasted with their indifference. Beautifully written. Two-thumbs up to Jaishree Misra! May 01, Animesh Das Booksandbeard rated it really liked it This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers.

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