A most-wanted writer's compelling novelis ready to be launched in the US and Canada.

Readers’eager waiting will bear fruit in the next few months. New novels by V Bright Saigal are soon to be launched. “LONDON MARSHALL (Legacy of Sin and Lords of Raisina Hill),” a crime thriller, will soon be available.

According to the author’s publicist, V Bright Saigal is a political novelist whoprovides readers with adequate themes and memorable scenes to read and relish. From beginning to end, his works contain richverbal imagesto live in, and all three of his forthcoming novels are singularly competent and wholly fascinating. Some critical voices have come out against the author’s works, as Saigal’s creations unearth many sensitive factors and controversial issues.

The author’s e-magazine “Poems & Stories”has already received positive responses from readers. Many readers from the US, UK, Canada, Australia and Asia have praised the deep thinking and penetrative nature of author’s work.

The author's Web site athttps://www.vbrightbooks.webnode.com has been enriched with short stories and poems. New titles will be posted soon. A brief visit to his site promises an enriching experience for any reader. His third novel,“Conscript Memorial,” is now complete. It will be launched following his first two novels. His first two books, “The Philosophy of Governance,” a nonfictiontreatise and textbook for university students, and “IVT-Quiz,” which was designed for students, bothhave gotten very good response on Amazon.com©. His poems have been published by Savant Books-USA in its anthology “First Breath” and have earned favorable reviews.

“LONDON MARSHALL – (Legacy of Sin and Lords of Raisina Hill)” is a novel by Saigal.Portraying a topicalsocial problem and keeping an air of suspense up to the end of the novel, the author takes the reader for a ride through a variety of incidents thatmanypeople will encounter at some time or other in their lives.Filled with dramatic turning points and significant events, every page portrays everyone's story. You are likely to find your own experience and unforgettable moments of your life captured in the book’s pages. You may even find someone just like you livingamong the characters.

A masterpiece of real life with a bit of suspense turning on thrilling events.

Disappointments, achievements, smoke, shower and spirit of real life—human beings trying to swim across the uncertain waters of life.Some drown,butthe luckier ones survive to live on the other side.

Pagesfrom everyone's liveshave been taken out and stitched together to form this novel. Within its pages you cry, I cry, everyone cries….

Here you live, I live, everyone lives. Someone takes all of us to the Western horizon of life. In the corner you may find someone like you in the fiction.

V Bright Saigalhas earned his role as a political novelist.

He suddenly got from the floor, rolling once to escape a kick..

.Then a stash landed on the Adam's apple of the opponent..

.the latter collapsed....

Launching soon  

LONDON MARSHALL- NOVEL  

By  

V BRIGHT SAIGAL

ISBN-978-1-300-87399-0

Poems & Stories

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--------------------------------------------May 2014 Issue

Poem

Echoing Memories

Inspiring memories refuse to retreat

From the abyss of my weeping heart

Echoing jingles of your laughter still prevails

Here in my heart wept for long days ever since

Beyond the horizon you vanished long ago

Leaving me alone to weep alone in melancholy

Sweeping away my happiness falling my spring

Somewhere behind the deep corner in my heart

Still your laughter echoing for once and again

Arising in my heart your moonlit countenance

Refuses to vanish from the canvass of my memories

Keeping my heart again longing for you today

Before I retreat from the drizzle of sweet memories

Sate once again the longing for your love at last

Once again! Once again adore my brimming heart

Before I fall and lay silent forever.

V Bright Saigal

2^nd May 2014

The Last Wish

Short story

Defying the chilly winter piercing my bone marrow and the stiffened cold cement floor I stood under the bright street light I have read the letter again.

“Sam, I will come to meet you”.

 Folding the letter inserting in hurray into my coat pocket I lifted a cigar and inserted between my lips and lit. Puffing two blows of smoke I stood firmly yet my heart was perturbed and upset. The old memories started clouding in the vast sky of my heart.

 I waited for long time, trains came and paused hissing steam and retreated to hurry reaching the other destination. Frequently shaken the station platform many trains passed by.

These days she was my inspiration and the Butterfly in my life. The burning memories lit fire in my heart and reluctant to retreat even after so many years have passed the smoldering memories still prevails as if it will not find any place to nest anywhere else. I was bleeding from inside.

Once fine morning she came and asked me what I liked most.

I said “You”. Yes, “It is you” I reminded her reassured her.

Her laughter filled the hall and like broken glass pieces they echoed in the hall and between the wall.

The timer shed day faster and the maple trees adore many springs and winters once again and after.

On the last day, the convocation day she had asked me “Will you marry one day?”

I said “May be”.

After many years… now unexpected letter from her

My hands were shivering while reading that hand writing I was familiar with and forgotten long years ago.

I my mail box the letter came unexpectedly.

“I will come to meet you”.

Only one line

Below that… her signature

I was sweating.

It is ten at night and I have been here for more than four hours. None came.

Suddenly… a call from behind

“Sam” …a voice

I turned back.

An old woman smiling…

“This I for you”...

The old woman handed over me a packet.

“I am late, I could not walk fast” she said.

“Oh, it is ok” I said.

Before I ask her anything she got into the train and vanished.

I have opened the packet.

An old photo!

Monica and me ….

I could not believe it.

The photo we had taken after the convocation.

Below that… a white memory card and roses around it…

Then a message!!!

Monica Alvera

Born – Aug, 2nd 1912

Death – 3^rd April -1964

LOVING MEMORIES

My forehead sweats defying the cold winter of chilling January.

Then I saw in the white gown…the shadow of Monica bend the wall. She was waving hands disappearing.

“Will you marry me?”

Those words echoed in my heart again.

V Bright Saigal

2^nd May 2014

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