Secrets and Lies. Jaishree Misra

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      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9781847561688

      Ebook Edition © 2009 ISBN: 9780007331642 Version: 2018-06-18

      This book is dedicated to all my girlfriends, but most

      especially Qubra, who never minded that I regularly swiped her lunch back at school…

      With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot lads are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.

      A.E. Housman