"Upward"
Shattered, crumbled and burned to ashes. The success she'd spent a lifetime building was never hers. It was a gift she'd handed to someone else's dream, by people she trusted most. People who smiled as they took.
Betrayal reveals itself slowly, then all at once. In its wake, Nyra feels the pull of revenge, A sharp, seductive and promising that burning it all down might be the only justice left. And somewhere in the ashes: a love she'd built her life around, one that was never real. Now, standing in the wreckage, Nyra faces the only question that matters: if she has to start over, who is she building for this time?
"Upward" is a story of trust broken, revenge tempting, love that never was and the courage to finally build a life that's hers.
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A solicited peek into my journal...
"I'm not angry tonight. I thought I would be. Instead I just keep wondering what it must be like, to love someone and still need somewhere else to put the parts of yourself you didn't want me to see.
Goodnight. Read carefully."
Your’s Nyra
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Extract from the book
March 31st, 1999
School closed for the year. Summer vacations tarted.
The four of us would band together to form a human chain, all in pursuit of achieving the elusive perfect antenna position. My oldest brother Naren, the fearless leader of our motley crew, would boldly take his position on the terrace, teetering precariously on the edge of the wall as he meticulously adjusted the antenna. Meanwhile, my older brother Nakul (you know, the middle one) would strategically station himself somewhere outside the house, embracing his role as a mediator, almost resembling a radio operator in an airport transmission office.
As for my younger brother, Naachu and I, we'd be stationed right in front of the TV, shouting and practically begging, "Not yet, stop right there... and... noooooooooh... it's gone again; turn the antenna back to the previous position!"
I don't think I've ever felt the sheer joy of watching television in full clarity, not really, not for longer than a few seconds. There's this one angle where the picture goes high-quality, no-grain, and for a second it feels like a brief moment of hope. Then it's gone again, like the mystical angle has a mind of its own. I'm starting to believe there's a conspiracy orchestrated by those sneaky cable TV technicians, because we spent hours on end tonight attempting to lock in that perfect angle, all for the one movie that graces our screen once a week, the sole cinematic indulgence we're allowed. My head is apparently too small to unravel their antenna secrets. I don't think I'll ever understand it.
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