Excerpts from the book...

Despite his success, Mani’s work did not garner much respect from the established masters of the time. Gradually, however, the sheer strength of his mounting sales, the single most important factor that separated the successful from the gifted, won them over. That talent alone did not guarantee success, was demonstrated by the genius of Pestonji, time and again

                                                       Three Sisters - Sculpture in clay
                                                                               1981

                                                    Dancing girls - Sculpture in Clay
                                                                          1980

                                                         Nude in waiting - Oil on canvas
                                                                        1979

                                                       Winter village - oil on paper

                                                          Cityscape - oil on paper

                                                      Oil on canvas...done in 2000-2001

Lovers’ Rock

Lovers’ Rock is a high-octane story of obsessive love, passion and retribution. An un-putdownable romantic thriller that will leave you chilled to the bone.

This story was born out of an outrageous idea I got while admiring the panoramic view of the vast ocean with not a soul in sight for miles. More on this later.

The book is now available online at various vendors.

Excerpts from the book:

Grace was a blazing fire, and he was ready to burn in it. Mani soon realized that Grace’s slender legs had walked into his life with a whole lot of unpaid bills.

Tall and slim, she had long, jet black tresses that reached straight down to her slender hips, blue eyes that sparkled like sunlight-kissed waves and a figure that a master craftsman would have loved to sculpt in solid gold.

Tanya was like the rocks he painted—strong, solid and at eternal peace. Grace, on the other hand, was more like the fierce waves of the ocean—eternally restless, full of fury and ready to destroy anything that came in the way.

 

Destiny! Grace repeated the word in her mind and sat down on the sofa. What they were doing, or would do in the future, was not on account of destiny, but by choice. One makes choices in life, and the rest is determined by actions. And she had made her choice…ready to write her own destiny.

 

She wondered if all the glamor and glitter of the material world that had so consumed her could ever match the profound joy nature provided in such abundance, something she had started noticing only now when she was troubled. Perhaps one is closer to nature only after losing all the material wealth one possessed.