Stupid Cupid

I had set up an agent. For want of a better name, let's call it love agency, to provide a decent meeting place where men and women, lovers and friends, colud rendezvous without too much sweat… People only want to be alone together. They need time to meet and talk. They want to find themselves through a moment of love.' Drawn to New Delhi from the hills of the North-East by hopes of adventure and the love of a married man, Anda opens a guest house for lovers and friends. In a small bungalow on a quiet lane, an unlikely assortment of couples and singles come together, for an afternoon, a day and sometimes for months. While in the big city death, like Cupid, stalks the streets and strikes at random. This second novel by the acclaimed author of The Legends of Pensam is a graceful, quirky and ultimately moving story about relationships, complete with all their complications and joy. 'Dai's prose is beautiful, flowing as easily as the waters of the Siang' The Telegraph