M a srinivasan (39 Ergebnisse)

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Soft cover. Zustand: Very Good. Stapled softcover. Pictorial covers with red lettering. Gallery Sri Parvati catalogue from the Exhibition of Drawings in honor of K. M. Adimoolam, April 2008. A light bit of rubbing to rear cover. Otherwise covers and interior are free of marks or tears. Color reproductions of the work of many artists throughout.…

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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Meera Nambiar is sixty-three years old, a widow, and eleven years away from the paintbrushes she once used to capture the luminous light of Kerala. When the first monsoon rain of the season arrives in Kozhikode, she does not run inside. She stands in the downpour and lets it come. That single act of stillness unlocks a studio door she has kept sealed since grief took her husband Rajan -- and with it, a life she had quietly surrendered as finished.In the fishing lanes near Kappad beach, Meera encounters Ashwin, an eleven-year-old boy who draws birds with a focused precision that startles her. He tells her without apology that her waterlines are wrong. He is correct. As she begins teaching him to paint the light rather than the colour, she is forced to confront what she herself has been painting around for eleven years -- the shape of love after loss, the weight of what we carry, and the question of whether the source of creative life can survive the death of the person who witnessed it most completely.Three things reshape Meera's world as the monsoon season unfolds. Her studio, once sealed and silent, begins to fill with unexpected companions -- Geetha, a sixty-eight-year-old woman finally claiming a desire she set aside forty years ago, and a retired surgeon who arrives on Wednesday afternoons with a painter's careful eye. Her daughter Priya, who stopped drawing at fifteen after comparing herself to her mother, picks up a charcoal pencil for the first time in two decades. And Meera works toward a solo exhibition anchored by a sea painting that has eluded her for years -- a canvas about the monsoon coast that she slowly understands is not about the sea at all, but about the going on, the continuity of the world beyond personal grief, and what it means to carry those we have lost inside the work we make.The Monsoon Painter is a novel about the courage required to return to your truest self. It is about grief that does not end but changes its form, about teaching as a way of healing, and about the quiet chain of attention that passes from one person to another -- from a grandfather to a granddaughter to a boy on a rock to a woman in late life standing in the rain with her face turned up and her arms slightly open, ready at last to receive what the season has brought.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - For thirty years Kamakshi has strung jasmine into garlands at the foot of the four hundred and thirty seven stone steps leading up to Tiruchirappalli's ancient Rockfort temple, in the exact spot where her husband collapsed and died three hundred and ninety steps above her, eleven years ago. She has not climbed those steps since. When a letter arrives announcing that her estranged son Vikram is finally coming home after twelve years of near silence, and a city notice threatens to clear her flower stall from the temple road entirely, the quiet grief she has organized her whole life around begins, gently and then not so gently, to come apart. Vikram's homecoming forces both mother and son to face the argument that sent him away and the guilt neither of them has ever spoken aloud. At the same time, a barefoot orphan named Meena, still haunted by the flood that took her family, finds her way to Kamakshi's stall and, almost without either of them deciding it, into her home. Kamakshi must choose between the same careful silence that has kept her safe for a decade, and the far riskier work of living an unguarded life again. As a corrupt city official moves to demolish the market street's flower stalls under cover of a religious festival, Kamakshi finds herself leading thirty one families who have sold flowers beneath the temple for generations. She must stand against a man used to being obeyed, mend a relationship with a son she has not fully forgiven or been forgiven by, and find the courage to climb the four hundred and thirty seven steps she has avoided since the day they took her husband. Each of these battles turns out to depend on the others, and losing any one of them threatens to cost her everything she has left. The Rockfort Vow is a novel about the steps grief convinces us we can no longer climb, and about what it costs, and what it gives back, when someone finally climbs them again. It is a story about mothers and the sons who leave, about debts of love left unspoken for too long, and about a community's quiet insistence that ordinary people's lives are worth defending. Readers who love stories of family, faith, and quiet courage set against real and vivid places will find in Kamakshi's journey a reminder that the hardest climbs are rarely the ones that break us, only the ones we have not yet finished.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Radha Varma has spent forty years running her late husband's coir rope workshop on the Alappuzha backwaters in Kerala, the last of a family craft three generations in the making. When a local developer offers to buy the land for a resort, and her son in Dubai insists it is time to sell, Radha finds herself alone with an aging friend, a shrinking staff, and a business the modern world no longer seems to need. Her son sends his estranged daughter Meera to spend the summer helping convince Radha to accept the offer, but what Meera finds is not the fragile old woman she expected. As a monsoon storm tears open the workshop roof, a trusted friend's health collapses, and the bank grows impatient, Radha and Meera are forced to confront what the workshop actually means -- not just as a business, but as the last living thread connecting three generations of a family. At the heart of the novel are three struggles that pull against each other: a grieving widow's fight to keep her husband's legacy standing, a granddaughter's slow discovery that she wants to save the very thing she came to help end, and a young apprentice's need for a future he can be proud of. The stakes are not only financial. What is really at risk is whether an old craft, and an old family, can find a way to keep going without losing what made them worth keeping in the first place. This is a quiet, aching story about grief, inheritance, and the particular courage it takes to keep making something with your hands when the world insists it no longer wants what you make. It is a book about mothers and children who love each other and still cannot agree on what love requires, and about the hope that comes from finding someone willing to learn what you know before it disappears. Readers who love family sagas, stories of resilience, and novels set against real, lived in landscapes will find a home in The Weaver's Tide.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - For forty years, Kamala has knelt in the dark before dawn on Nadar Lane, threading jasmine buds into garlands for the Meenakshi Amman Temple in Madurai. It is the only life she has ever known, the craft her mother taught her, the craft that brought her a husband, a son, and a quiet, unbroken sense of purpose. Then a freak storm sends a runaway girl named Amudha under her stall's awning, soaked and wary and carrying nothing but a mother's careful teaching in her own two hands, and Kamala does the one thing she cannot undo. She offers her a stool. What Kamala cannot admit, not to her son and barely to herself, is that her eyesight is failing. The blur at the edges of her vision grows wider every month, threatening the one skill she has built her entire identity around. Her son wants her to sell the family home and move somewhere safer. A machine-made garland shop two lanes over threatens to end a tradition that has outlasted empires. And the girl she has quietly begun to love as her own has a past that may not be finished with her yet. Across one unforgettable festival season, Kamala must fight before a skeptical temple committee to save the handmade tradition she has given her life to, build a cooperative that can carry the craft beyond her own two hands, and finally decide whether letting people help her is surrender or the truest kind of strength. Everything comes to a head during the ten thousand garlands of the Chithirai festival, when Kamala's exhausted, aging hands and Amudha's steady young ones must finish, together, the single garland destined to hang above the goddess herself. The Jasmine Weaver is a quiet, luminous novel about grief and inheritance, about what we owe the crafts and the people who raised us, and about the particular courage it takes to teach someone else everything you know before your own hands, or eyes, are ready to stop. It is a story for anyone who has ever loved a piece of work enough to be afraid of losing it, and anyone who has discovered, often too late, that the truest family is sometimes the one we choose to build with our own two hands. …

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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Devayani Peruvannan has spent thirty years standing at the edge of a platform, watching her husband wear the crown of their family's guardian goddess in a ritual grove on the Kerala coast. When Kannan collapses mid-performance and dies, he leaves behind no trained successor, a shrine bound by a hundred and forty years of tradition, and a widow everyone assumes learned nothing more than how to grieve. Three years later, a highway survey threatens to erase the grove entirely unless the shrine can prove its ritual is still a living practice, not a memory kept alive out of stubbornness. The only man eligible by bloodline cannot remember the steps. Devayani can remember every one of them, down to the smallest turn of the wrist, because she was always the only one in the room paying attention. To save what her husband's family spent generations protecting, Devayani must break a taboo that has never once been crossed by a woman, confront a chairman whose guilt over Kannan's death has calcified into rigid control, and decide whether a lifetime of watching from the margins has earned her the right to finally step into the center. Her grandson has a secret of his own, a chenda drum built by hand and thirty forbidden minutes of his grandfather's rehearsal footage, memorized alone in a locked room. Her son, working a stable life far from home, wants her to let the whole inheritance go. This is a novel about the door in every family that stands closed longer than it needs to, and the particular courage required to finally walk through it. It is about grief that does not resolve so much as find somewhere useful to live, about the quiet, patient work of earning back a community's trust, and about what it means to inherit something you were told, your whole life, did not belong to you. Written with the same warmth and emotional honesty readers have found in inspirational family dramas set across South India, What the Gods Forgive asks what we owe the dead, what we owe the living, and what happens when one woman finally answers both at once.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Meenakshi has spent thirty years casting the hand-forged metal mirrors her family is famous for, the first woman ever trusted with a formula guarded for generations. When a crushing debt and a developer's offer for her land arrive in the same season, the quiet inheritance she has protected her whole life is suddenly for sale. She must confront a rival craftsman whose dishonest shortcuts threaten to ruin the reputation of every honest workshop in her village, and an orphaned apprentice whose extraordinary gift for the craft breaks every rule about who is allowed to inherit it. Both will force her to ask whether the traditions she has spent a lifetime guarding were ever meant to be held so tightly. At stake is more than a business. There is the workshop itself, the only home she has ever known. There is a daughter, estranged for eight years, who returns during the crisis and asks to be trusted with everything her mother once refused her. And there is a secret Meenakshi has kept hidden for twelve years -- a cracked mirror, cast in grief, that she has never let anyone see. This is a novel about the difference between protecting what we love out of fear and protecting it out of faith. It is about mothers and daughters learning to speak honestly after years of careful silence, and about the courage it takes, late in a life carefully guarded, to finally open our hands. Readers of family sagas and stories of quiet resilience will find themselves inside this one long after the last page.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Kamalam Iyer has spent three years refusing to finish the last instrument her husband began before his heart stopped mid-note in the workshop they built together. She has kept the craft alive through repairs and small mercies, but the one unfinished piece stays shrouded in a corner she has trained herself not to look at, until a fierce, uninvited fourteen-year-old girl walks in off the street and asks to learn a trade that has only ever passed through family hands. What Kamalam must confront is not only her own grief but a tradition she has spent her whole life guarding rather than sharing. A government deadline threatens to strip her family's centuries-old craft certification unless she can prove the knowledge is genuinely being passed on. A developer's redevelopment scheme threatens to erase the entire street her husband's family called home for three generations. And the girl at her workbench is carrying a wound of her own, one that will force Kamalam to decide what kind of protection she is actually willing to offer. As the two of them race to finish a commission for a young musician's debut, rebuild a fractured community's resolve, and confront a man who mistakes ownership for preservation, Kamalam is forced to reckon with the secret technique her husband's family guarded for generations, the son she let drift into a life she never understood, and the grief she has mistaken for loyalty. Every choice costs her something. Every choice gives her something back she did not expect. At its heart, this is a novel about what we inherit, what we choose to pass on, and the patient, necessary silence between one note and the next, where a life's truest meaning quietly gathers. It is a story for anyone who has ever had to decide whether to let go of something in order to finally finish it.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Meenakshi Chettiar has spent three widowed years running the family workshop alone, guarding two things with equal fierceness: the last handmade tile business in a fading corner of South India, and a grief she has never let anyone close enough to see. Then a runaway girl with blistered feet and nowhere else to go arrives at her gate asking for nothing but work, and the careful walls Meena built around her house, her business, and her heart begin, one small act of trust at a time, to come down. What Meena discovers is that the tradition she has spent years protecting was never as fragile as she believed, only as fragile as her own willingness to finally let someone else carry it. A locked family rule. A husband's private guilt she never knew he carried. A truth about the accident that took him, one she has been afraid for three years to ask a single question about. Each secret she finally opens becomes a door instead of a wound. A developer wants to buy the crumbling family mansion and turn its workshop into a photograph for tourists. A cousin wants the family formula for himself, believing blood alone should decide who inherits it. A government deadline, sixty unforgiving days, demands proof that this dying craft still has a future, one Meena cannot supply alone. What is actually at stake is not a business or a building. It is whether a woman who has spent three years surviving her grief is finally ready to live inside what comes after it. This is a story about the difference between guarding a tradition and keeping it alive, about the particular courage it takes to teach someone else the thing you were told only you could carry, and about how trust, offered late and imperfectly, can still arrive exactly on time. For readers of quiet, character-driven family sagas about resilience, inheritance, and the second chances we almost talk ourselves out of taking.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - For eleven years, Meenakshi Sthapathi has run her late husband's bronze foundry in a small South Indian temple town, casting sacred idols the same patient way his family has for generations. When a Chennai company offers to buy out her workshop and shut it down for good, replacing centuries of hand-cast bronze work with cheaper factory idols, she is almost ready to say yes and let the old craft die quietly, the way half the foundries around her already have. Instead, Meena mortgages her house to attempt one last impossible project: a six-foot bronze Nataraja for a temple's biggest commission in a century, built by hand against a factory bid that could finish what years of grief already started. To finish in time she will need help she has spent a decade refusing, from a fisherman's orphan boy the village insists does not belong at her bench, and from the daughter she has not properly spoken to in six years. The deadline is unforgiving, the metal is unforgiving, and so, Meena discovers, is the fear she has carried since the accident that took her husband, an old paralysis that returns at the worst possible moment, at the edge of the fire, with everything on the line. Every relationship she has protected herself out of is tested at once: a daughter who was told, as a girl, that the craft was not for her, an apprentice fighting to be seen as more than his family's caste, and a rival bidder who turns out to be carrying grief of his own. This is a novel about the doors we close out of fear and call it love, and what it costs to finally open them. It is about a mother and a daughter finding their way back to each other, about a craft worth fighting to keep alive, and about the particular courage it takes to move, at last, instead of freezing, when the fire finally asks everything of you.…

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Hardcover. Zustand: New. 1st Edition. Contents: Preface, Section I India stratigraphy,paleontology and paleoecology,Section II Structural geology and tectonics,Section III Ore and mineral deposits and prospecting,Section IV Mineralogy,petrology and geochemistry,Section V Geomorphology,geohydrology and engineering geology,Section VI Micropaleontology and marine geology,Section VII Fuel geology and energy resources,Section VIII Photo-geology and environmental geology and terrain evaluation.…

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