![]() ![]() Poor Rohan-it was his birthday, after all. She was considering rebooting the phone-again-when it vibrated in her hand and she nearly dropped it in alarm. It was still showing no available taxis, not even a damned pool. She stabbed at her phone, but the Uber app remained as stuck as it had been fifteen minutes ago. She knew from her previous monsoons in Delhi that the drains would soon pack it in and the water level would start to rise. Sameen huddled under the bus stop shelter, cursing her luck for having worn her new white churidar today the dress’s lower half looked neither new nor white any more. The rain was coming down in sheets now, much faster than the drains could siphon off to mysterious depths. Chapter 1įorget cats and dogs-this was the stuff of elephants and hippos. Thus, any attempt to look for historical accuracy will be futile. While most of the places mentioned in this book do exist and the historical events referred to really happened, plenty of things in and around these places and events have been fictionalized. Lee, for poking holes in early drafts and helping to hammer Falling into Place into a better story.Īstrid and Daniela, for saying yes! And for tapas, pizza, and great conversation in Leipzig. Pin, my Goodreads friend, for providing initial feedback. AcknowledgementsĬK, ML, LM, SR, and PD, for being my cheerleaders-you know who you are. For those in their little corners of the world who quietly push the boundaries from within. ![]()
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