Born in Calcutta, I worked for Media and Television based in Mumbai, India. After spending 20 years in senior corporate positions, one day I realized that there was no end to the rat-race of ‘chasing more’.  I called it quits and sold our apartment and car, distributed our belongings to old age homes, and moved to the hills to experience life in a new way.  We can keep on moving along the same road all our life but only when we consciously stop and try a new way, a new direction opens up – a new vista unveils itself ushering a new phase. We now live in a remote Himalayan Village, far from civilization, among people who follow traditions and customs dating back thousands of years. They are poor people surviving on farming while braving a difficult terrain and harsh winters, which last six months. I sometimes help them with information – mostly about weather, health and education; sometimes I help them obtain with medicines and books. I spend a great deal of my time listening to the elders; at other times I simply watch the foxtrot of the wagtails, the silvery underside of the leaves shivering with the wind, the clouds across the meadows or just gaze at the mountains appreciating the silent age old wisdom… Living among these tribal nomads for the last two years and sharing their pains and pleasure has helped me learn about a primitive hidden culture and experience a natural state of living.I have been writing since I was in school but mostly verse and love letters – this is my first attempt at writing a novel for a noble cause. Murmur of the Lonely Brook is an honest effort to bring to light the plight of the women living in these remote villages. There is no proper medical facility here, no doctor or a hospital here, and during the winter most of the patients die on the way to the nearest city because the roads are blocked with snow.  A major part of the proceeds from this book will go toward building up some form of health facility for these downtrodden women. You can connect with me at Facebook by clicking here.