FOR HER A STRANGER STILL

<p>In the misty hills of Landour a writer retreats to an old Mughalian British palace hoping to find a story. The palace is a half-ruin shrouded in fog--a secret waiting to be remembered.</p><p>He has come with nothing yet the qwords begin to flow. The wind carries a woman's faint laughter melancholy melody through the velvet corridors and slowly the palace comes alive on the page a reality so vivid. As he loses himself in the life he is creating the line between memory and imagination dissolves. The past isn't a tale being written--it's consciousness being inherited for good.&nbsp;</p><p>A haunting meditation on creation memory and the stories that refuse to die. This novel moves through time and mind asking a dangerous question: What happens when the words you capture are not your own fiction but a life demanding to be lived again and addressed.</p>