Delhi, 1947… Welcome to The House of Rani Kapur, where nothing is as it seems, and everything is as it should be. A house where dreams are made, betrothals brokered, and hearts mended, a house where anything is possible if the belief is there and faith kept. Here, tears are wept, laughter and friendship celebrated, and love given and taken in equal parts. Watched over by Harish Hope and George, Parvati, the golden goddess, and the many other deities all over the house, visitors are drawn like moths to a flame to add to the diversity already found inside. Magic awaits all those ready to receive it. Welcome to The House of Rani Kapur…

By writing bird’s-eye observations of people’s lives and believing that the minutiae, the small things that occur often without note, are equally as important and life changing as huge catastrophic events, Karla sets out with passion and skill to bring them to light. Tugging at every known emotion the reader is transported both around the world and through time, to share and be a part of igniting something that will never be forgotten.