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Prelude


The burden of the secret she carried meant that she could not trust anybody. Besides there was too little time left. She had to find one of the two people she could trust her secret with in the entire world – one was Chong Lee Sun in Darchen and the other Roye in New Delhi city....

The race against time had begun.






Gyanban Thoughts

After a long hiatus,part due to research part due to work pressure I am nearing completion of an epic mini series.
Hold your questions and thoughts the wait is almost over....I promise you this will be one story which will keep you hooked right throughout.
Spiked with facts a suspense thriller awaits all you dear readers. Each episode is packed with taut action thrills and drama on a subject which has
rarely been read raised or debated on the blogsphere.

As is the tradition of this blog I have researched extensively on each episode and it s contents, some of which remain a mystery till today.Some are extremely controversial and some are just mind boggling. Some secrets are deliberately left unexplained because I do not have the necessary clearance to publish such stuff open to the public.

I have had a preliminary chat with Gingerchai about publishing this story, and if they like it,and it meets their standards of quality, you will get to see the first episode published there.Gyanban.com will republish these episodes after a week or 10 days after that.

So when is it coming? Watch this space.....

Comments

  1. Sounds interesting :)
    Have been looking forward to the series for a while :D

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  2. @Aparna - Me neither believe me.!!

    @Dialoguewithyou - You bet - even I did not anticipate it would take so long - but i d rather deliver a full project rather than a half baked dish.
    Thanks for your patience.

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  3. Aha! For a moment I thought You are going to ditch us. :) Welcome back.
    Mani from GC

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  4. :-)) That story will surely be thrilling and do complete it asap for ur "dear readers"

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  5. Wow! I will surely watch out this space. :)

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  6. waiting for the suspense to begin!

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  7. @eyeswideopen - naah -just caught up in too much work of late..thank you for your wishes. Once I finish the last episode will email to Rajan.

    @Sudeshna - you bet.Thank you for your wishes.

    @Nethra - Will keep you posted.

    @Gauri - me too !

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  8. Hi GB! Welcome back and looking forward to the mini-series dhamaka in GingerChai. Cheers, will wait for your mail :)

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  9. Hi! Would you be kind enough to translate "Momo Chitte Niti Nritye"... ?? Or guide me to a site which has a very good translation...

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