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“The Rebirth of Lilavati”: Elements of astronomy, mathematics and science coalesce in this thrilling page turner

Author Parag Kulkarni
  • The book “The Rebirth of Lilavati” by Parag Kulkarni is a scientifically oriented and thought-provoking mystery thriller with high-octane drama.

  • In the book’s narrative, ex-spy and mathematician Wikram finds out that his adopted daughter Diya believes that she is a reincarnation of Lilavati, daughter of the 12th century mathematician and astronomer – Bhaskaracharya.

  • This creates a rift in the family, where Sindhu, mother of Diya, is the center of attraction for all. How will Sindhu, Wikram and Diya handle their extraordinary circumstances? Read this riveting thriller to find out.

  • Read an excerpt from the book below.

Sindhu woke up in the middle of the night. It was almost three. She looked at Wikram and kissed on his forehead gently. His mouth was open and a loud sound of his snoring was echoing around their large bedroom. She smiled. Her gentle kiss had lead him to turn on one side thus suppressing the snore for some time. It had bothered her only at the beginning of their relationship as she was never used to sharing her bed with anyone during the college years. But it didn’t bother her now as the love had transcended all material weaknesses. What could be better than this? To accept partner’s shortcomings and more importantly, to embrace them, is the key to happiness in life. But sometimes mind plays games; it wanders around, ignoring what it has and runs behind what it doesn’t have. Is that my predicament too? If everything is fine, why am I sad? Why does my mind feel like its missing something? Of course I want a baby, but who doesn’t! Wikram is now forty and I am twenty five. Even if I ignore my age, Wikram is turning towards an old age. How will he take care of the baby during its growing years if it’s too late? Do I have enough to make sure the baby gets what it needs? Will it be a boy or a girl? Why am I having these thoughts? What day is it?

She looked up at the calendar hanging on the wall. The room was dimly lit by a tiny zero-watt bulb. But due to its stable and eternal light, her eyes were adjusted to see the date. It was 29 July. OMG! It’s the day after my regular period. A sudden excitement rushed into her and she got up. Adjusting herself, she went to a small plastic drawer kept on the side-table of their bed and pulled the top chest out. She picked up the only remaining pregnancy detector from a pack of six that she had purchased six months ago. She prayed to make it worthwhile. She hoped, as always, that the tree of their passionate love should bear a sweetest fruit of life. She held it in one hand and went to the bathroom. She had inkling that the result may be positive this time. As she performed her act, she waited, as if the wait itself was punishment. The anxiety kept growing as her mind was preparing for news, good or bad and the wait was unbearable. As she looked continuously at the small digital display, she prayed for a double pink line to appear, as it was an indication of pregnancy. It would mean the world to her should she experience motherhood. She didn’t care, if her club had to wait for a year while she would have her baby and make it grow so it can survive without her continuous attention. She didn’t care if her club finances were dwindled. She didn’t care if Wikram had to take charge of the club and sacrifice his job. She didn’t even care if she ever had to handover the responsibility of her club to someone else, thus risking its integrity and quality. She didn’t care for any of that while she waited with abated breath.

And then the result appeared. She felt like sinking in a bottomless pit. Her hands were trembling and she had no idea of the passing time. She felt so numb and lethargic that she could not even hold the lightweight pregnancy kit in her hand, and it dropped eventually, and so did tears from her eyes, as they uncomplainingly obeyed the laws of gravity. It was nothing, nothing as an empty glass. The single pink line marked yet another unsuccessful period of her menstrual cycle.

Why is god doing this to me? Where have I wronged? What sin have I committed? Why me? Something is definitely wrong with me and I need to find it out.

Excerpted with permission from The Rebirth of Lilavati, Parag Kulkarni, Locksley Hall Publishing. Read more about the book and buy it here.


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