From the Publisher
I could feel the eyes piercing through my back and shoulders but I remained still in front of the book-case. Something was forcing me to turn but I was not turning. I had searched hundreds of shelves and I had only been able to find two books, though they were not in my course of study. If Pooja saw me, she would be furious. I flipped the pages of a book and then kept it back. The staring eyes were increasing the strain.