#Tornadogiveaway 2 - Soumyadeep Koley - Her Resurrection: A Survivor's Journey

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Maya grows up amidst cruelty, sexual harassment and domestic violence, and later finds herself alone in Mumbai, weary but not wary. Read this book by Soumyadeep Koley, titled 'Her Resurrection: A Survivor's Journey', an emotional rollercoaster which is a moving tribute to womankind. #Tornadogiveaway 2
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Name of the Book: HER RESURRECTION: A SURVIVOR'S JOURNEY
Author: Soumyadeep Koley

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The Story:

What is it like to be an unwanted girl-child in India? What is it like to be sexually harassed at a tender age of five? After being tricked and forced into prostitution, can such a woman fight back to emancipate herself from the unyielding shackles of that life, and intermingle with the ‘society?’ Or would she get lost in the sands of time like the ephemeral existence of a sand dune beset by a sandstorm?

So begins Maya’s story in the picturesque countryside of Maharashtra, where she grows up amidst cruelty and domestic violence, being an unwanted girl-child. Yet, like a lonesome beacon beset by sinister wilderness, she pursues her dreams of reaching the stars with her tiny wings. One night, a twist of fate triggers a series of incidents, when she loses everything she had—even her virginity.

Severely traumatized after her father’s death, her mother’s imprisonment, and her own gang-rape, Maya finds herself all alone in the streets of Mumbai, with wolves lurking around for raw flesh. She’s weary, but not wary. She has no sense of the fate that awaits her. What follows, would change her life forever, as also yours, as her heart wrenching, yet inspiring story echoes through time.

Inspired by true stories of survivors and real life events, ‘Her Resurrection’ bravely paints an appalling picture of the society. Heartbreaking, hopeful and immensely healing at the same time, this emotional rollercoaster through dreams, tragedy and triumph is a moving tribute to womankind. Are you ready to embark on a transformational journey with Maya?

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About The Author 


Soumyadeep Koley 

Soumyadeep Koley is a writer, poet, women’s rights activist and freelance photographer. As he hails from the family of an internationally acclaimed researcher and scientist, his extensive travels to different corners of India and the world have revealed the appalling status of women in this subcontinent, beseeching the dire need for a change. After graduating with Honours degree in Chemistry from Scottish Church College, Kolkata, he joined the global fight against violence on women. He has worked with Jason Jayology Jeremias, the Founder and Artistic Director of Price of Silence, New York, which employs performing arts to bring the global struggle for women’s rights to life. Soumyadeep has three years of experience in psychological counselling of domestic violence and rape survivors from India and abroad, through unique mystical and metaphysical techniques. He is currently pursuing his Master’s Degree in Psychology.

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