I consider myself a bit of an anomaly, but not in a bad way. I am a surprising mix of personas. I love to read. Writing is my passion and avocation. I am an oncology nurse. I am the fairly young mother of three amazingly sharp children, two of whom are adults. I have been married for almost twenty-two years, no divorce. I sew. I have a beautiful organic garden in my back yard where I grow herbs and much of the produce I and my family consume. I am of the African Diaspora here in America and I am an American of the African Diaspora (there is a difference, at least to me). Although I pretty suck at it, I love video games, the more violent the better. I love zombies and the infected (there is a difference). I also love the classics. I almost passed out when I learned about the book Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Romance and YA (sorry if I offend anyone) makes me want to erk. My politics are midline as I am somewhat religious (although I fail daily at being the best kindest person that I can) but I do have some very liberal leanings. I am a painfully extreme introvert but I can hold a pretty stimulating conversation. I am a hijabi, which means that I am very visibly a Muslim. There’s more to me, I am sure, but I think you get my drift.
I didn’t become a strange mix on purpose. Like all people I am a product of my society, my upbringing, my own tastes, ideas and perceptions. I am unique, as no doubt we all are in various ways. As such I thrive on the unique and as an author I am absolutely giddy when I come upon a tale that pushes the boundaries of what some would call “normal”. I call such tales divergent.
I recently listened to an amazing, colorful, lyrical fairy tale that absolutely blew me away. You’ll be able to find it on the Podcastle lineup in your iTunes library or online. The story is called “Lavanya and Deepika” written by Shveta Thakrar. This story will definitely go on my Divergence list as it quickly became a favorite.
“Lavanya and Deepika” is an Indian flavored fairy tale about two very different yet loving twin sisters born to a woman who against convention had her children without a husband. She became pregnant through magical means. Gulabi, the mother, raised her daughters in a great palace, and life was good until they were visited by a raja from a neighboring kingdom who wanted the most beautiful daughter and Gulabi’s land. This story has magical sandals, fighting, and lessons in loyalty and love.
Listen to it, or read. I know you’ll love it as much as I did. I give this story.