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Rooted to her land of birth, India, and tied to her adoptive country Canada where she has lived for the past 25 plus years, Ritu combines her experiences and beliefs to weave seamless stories that will awaken your imagination and change the way you view the world.

Ritu is committed to working closely with a set of beta readers and her editor to write and publish quality works of fiction.

Besides writing, she loves to read, garden, meditate and to walk. She currently lives in Woodbridge, Ontario with her husband.

Her first book Awakening Colors is available for purchase on Amazon and Kobo.

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Awakening Colors will take you on a magical adventure!
Read this fascinating story that weaves together current times with ancient mythologies. Set in modern day Toronto, this book is an exciting story of adventures that evolve across material worlds into illusions and beyond.

Using his powers to reach into the world of illusions, Arche Lasarre is able to change destinies.  The power of his manipulations threatens all three worlds: the material, the illusionary and the timeless.

Visions of constantly changing destinies and futures depicted in vibrant colors – this is what Pari sees.  Mystified and confused, Pari initially hides her visions from others. She dismisses them as hallucinations.

Guided by scrolls left to her by the spiritual master Chanakya, Pari needs to discover her powers and define her own destiny.  Will she be seduced by the lure of Arche’s power of illusions?  Will she choose her own path?  What will Pari do?

Find out now!

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Excerpt from Awakening Colors:

It wasn’t her dad. She had accosted some stranger. As sense gradually returned to her, embarrassment at the mistake kept her on the floor as she thought through her gaffe. She knew she could sit up, but somehow a part of her refused to. She lay there and closed her eyes. Tears of embarrassment squeezed out of her eyes.

“Daddy…Daddy…” she continued to whisper loudly. By now, she knew the stranger was not her dad, but she didn’t know how to gracefully extricate herself, so she played up her condition. The whole thing seemed so incredible to her now. She had abandoned a key interview and a chance at possibly the launch of her career in the finance industry. Instead she had followed a total stranger, convinced it was her dead dad! How was she going to live this down?

As she lay there prone with her eyes closed, attempting to ignore the throng surrounding her, she considered the possibility of bolting back to the subway. If she managed to get up right away and leave, she could just make her interview. Then she considered her situation. She was lying on the floor of a busy area, and there was bound to be dust on her clothes. Her hair was mussed and needed a good brushing out. She was crying, which meant that her mascara was smudged and her face needed to be redone too. Possibly her eyes were red from crying. She tried to remember if there was any Visine in her bag.

At that time, she realized, there was no way she could convert this messy person on the floor of Union Station back to the svelte professional who was reflected back at her at 1 Queen. It was as if she had left that person back there and now there was not enough time to go back and claim her. She wondered if her reflection had decided to go for the interview without her.

“I’m sorry, sir, the flake who is the solid part of me decided that she was going to chase her dead dad as he sauntered through the subway, and she took my body with her and messed it up so it couldn’t be tidied in time to show up for the interview, so I decided to come just as I was – sans body – only a reflection.”

She imagined herself in the pane of the interviewer’s window delivering this speech. Hysteria gripped her then and a giggle rose from her belly, tickling its way up and trying to escape her lips. She tried to control it and clenched her jaw shut, then swallowed quickly to tamp it down. But the insistent giggle found its way up and escaped through her nose in a big snort that she tried to cover up with a loud cough.

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Guest Post: Winds of Change by Ritu K. Gupta

Winds of change blow constantly, forcing us to adapt.  They bring with them all possibilities: benign and cruel, superficial and profound, blessed and cursed, sacred and profane.  We make our choices and flow with her.

She is a light breeze, blowing cool in the early morning. She breezes through gently rippling the leaves and resettling the dust. She soothes the brow wrinkled in the worry of the coming day by stealing thoughts away and filling the mind instead with the scents of the morning. She can gather up the essence of all we love and just for a moment, swirl it around us.  In that moment, if we inhale deeply, embracing this wondrous gift, we will find ourselves wondering why suddenly the world feels like such a beautiful place, while at the same time wanting to cry because it is so transient.

Heated by the rising sun, she rises and then swoops down in gusts of passion slamming against the earth. She churns up the dust into sands of time and scoops them across oceans of thought to settle like so much grime on the clutter of superficial living. Motes of imagination travel through space and time to see the world as it was meant to be seen – hanging precariously high from the edges of gravity right down to swirling dizzyingly in the sneeze of the magical child within.

Suddenly tired, she rests, shedding the dusty travelers and stranding them in unknown places. Is there any better way to know places? Calmly, she hangs still in the environment, growing heavy without momentum. She patiently waits for something that she cannot put her finger on. Forgotten by the world, trapped in momentary amnesia, she forgets who she is. She stands caged in her own confusions, lackluster, invisible and taken for granted.

Then just a small flutter from the wings of a moth eats into her confusions. She looks around bemused at the world that she sustains.  Swirling uncontrollably in cyclonic collusion of cold and hot air, she still manages to keep the eye of the storm and protect all that fall within it. Destroying indiscriminately those beyond her sight, she moves on without guilt and without repair. She has her own path and her own destiny and no time to sit and cry over what is lost.


Born anew in each moment, she lives without memory of what has passed and without desires to shape the future.

She calmly soars with heat of her passions blowing away the whispered promises of loyalties and fidelities. Screams of blame and guilt vanish into thin air. Cries for fairness flow past her deaf ears. There are no anchors that can hold her. She is true to her innate nature. She leaves when she’s ready. She stays as long as she wants.

When we flow with her, we find life.  When we refuse her, she leaves us breathless as the dead.

In Awakening Colors, twenty-five year old Pari is in the process of graduating from college when she survives a car accident only to discover her reality is altered.  She now sees beyond the material world into the timeless one.  Guided by books left to her by Chanakya, Pari learns to accept her altered reality and sets out to discover the possibilities inherent in her new powers.  Arche waits in the shadows of this multi-dimensional reality to corrupt her understanding and lure her to the dark side.


As the sharp edges of Pari’s reality begin to unravel into colorful possibilities, she discovers the power that lies beyond the limitations of time.  The winds of change blow through her destiny changing both her and the world around her.  As her life evolves, so do the lives around her.  Then she has to face up to the consequences of her own making.  With great power comes great responsibility – will Pari be able and willing to face up to this responsibility? Will she be able to resist the seductive lure of her own expanding power?


Flowing from the heights of Chanakya’s wisdom, inexorably pulled towards the depths of Arche’s darkness, Pari flows with the winds of change that bring her to a new life through new perspectives.



About amoscassidy

Hello, we're Amos Cassidy, a pair of budding writers with imaginations that won't quit and a bunch of stories waiting to be told. So we write, one tale at a time. Come peek into our heads, yeah, its a little cluttered but by no means boring. We hope you enjoy your visit. Amos Cassidy

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