A Parade of Books

The following books by Ramnath Subramanian are available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Lulu, and from various international distributors.

The Holy Man Trilogy
ISBN 978-1329912977


Linda Stevens came to Mala Nagar, India, to do research on the potters and clay-makers of that region. During her stay, the town is cast into national prominence because a holy man, who has taken up residence in an abandoned, burned-out house on Prayer Hill, starts performing miracles. Soon, with the guiding hand of the holy man orchestrating events, Linda becomes the central force in the life of a young orphan boy named Gopal. She also befriends the filmmaker Venkat Raman, who is producing a documentary about the happenings on Prayer Hill. Through an extraordinary catenation of miraculous events, Linda rescues a beggar girl named Qabila from the clutches of criminals and establishes the Miracle of the Rose Children’s Center. The books in this trilogy show how compassion, caring, and direct action can make a transformative difference in the lives of needy, lost, and dispossessed children. Funny, poignant, and richly clothed in humanity, they present a charming picture of Indian life and Indian culture.

Qabila Finds A Home
ISBN 978-1365500541


Linda Stevens came to Mala Nagar, India, to do research on the potters and clay-makers of that region. During her stay, the town is cast into national prominence because a holy man, who has taken up residence in an abandoned, burned-out house on Prayer Hill, starts performing miracles. Soon, with the guiding hand of the holy man orchestrating events, Linda assumes the role of a foster mother and becomes the central force in the lives of a young orphan boy named Gopal, and a homeless beggar girl named Qabila. Through an extraordinary catenation of events, -all inside the patchwork of miracles, -Linda becomes the manager of the Miracle of the Rose Children’s Center. This, the third book in a trilogy, shows how compassion, caring, and direct action can make a transformative difference in the lives of needy, lost, and dispossessed children. Funny, poignant, and richly clothed in humanity, the story presents a charming picture of Indian life and Indian culture.

Miracle of the Rose
ISBN 978-1387504923

“I’m amazed at how everything in life circles back to its origin to make a new beginning,” said Savitri. “Consider these circularities: A street-smart kid named Gopal connects with a holy man who has moved into a burned-out house on Prayer Hill, and helps him perform two miracles; Linda connects with Gopal; the holy man then uses Gopal to connect Linda with Raman and Kumortuli; a train journey to Calcutta to visit Kumortuli connects Linda with my husband; and now, there is the connection to the bookseller’s daughter. The center of all these circles, of course, is Mala Nagar. I think we’ll soon find out what the new circles are.” When will the holy man return to Prayer Hill, and will there be new miracles? What new paths will Linda Steven’s life take, and what role will Raman and Gopal play in these transformations? The story offers a window into the charms of Indian life, and points to the profound depths of religion and philosophy that underscore it. This is the second in a trilogy of novels.


The House on Prayer Hill
ISBN 978-1387695188


After suffering two divorces and realizing that she was a poor judge of men, Linda Stevens decides to pursue a degree in anthropology. The research project she selects,—Pottery and Image Makers of India,—lands her in the town of Mala Nagar, where a holy man and a 10-year-old boy named Gopal enter the circle of her life. The holy man who has taken residence in a burned-out house on Prayer Hill, performs two miracles,—almost reluctantly,—that put the town on the regional map. Linda also befriends the filmmaker Venkat Raman, who decides to produce a documentary about the happenings on Prayer Hill. The holy man talks to Gopal and no one else, and has him participate in the miracles, which make the young boy everyone’s darling in town. While capturing the special bond that exists between the holy man and Gopal, and between “Memsahib” Linda and Gopal, the story offers a window into the charms of Indian life, and points to the profound depths of religion and philosophy that underscore it. This is the first in a trilogy of novels.


Journey To A Second Spring
ISBN (978-1435780477)

For five years, Jake Johns made a living playing the stock market. He then started to dabble in craps at a Las Vegas casino, because he found comfort in mathematics and a sureness in numbers— elements which were missing in his 12-year marriage. During one of his gaming sessions at Drake’s Diamond Casino, he encounters Holly Simmons, who makes big bets and has a unique and reckless way of throwing the dice. Attracted to the “heretic shooter,” first by her play and then by the obtuseness of her personality, he manages to forge a friendship which makes him reevaluate his marriage and his life’s goals. Will he come out richer or poorer, smarter or foolish, from his new dalliance with gambling and a mystery woman? Holly soon becomes a Las Vegas celebrity because of her shooting style and the enormous success she enjoys at the craps table. She shoots with her eyes closed, and is often seen talking to herself before throwing the dice. People are convinced that there is an outside force that is guiding her hand. Who is Holly, the reclusive resident at the casino’s hotel, and what is the story of her life? Craps aficionados will enjoy this story as much as romantics, who believe in the eternal and otherworldly aspects of true love.

The Sariwallah
(978-1458390424)

Rachel Flynn came to India to gather material for her second novel. She settled happily in a charming town full of friendly people,—that is, until the anonymous notes started to arrive. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay away from the American woman. If you don’t heed this warning, things will get very nasty for you,” warned the first note, sent to a school master who had brought Rachel as a guest speaker to his classroom. As Police Chief Motilal proceeds with his investigation and starts connecting the dots, he discovers that there’s more to the notes than meets the eye. Who is writing the notes? What is the hidden motive behind them? Will Motilal uncover the plot before something serious happens? Along the way as the story unfolds, the reader is treated to some colorful characters and the infinite charms of Indian life.

The Bus to Agra
(ISBN 978-1716140785)

After finding out that her fiancé has been cheating on her, Jennifer Blaise runs away to India to seek a new direction in her life. On her flight to New Delhi, she meets widower, Kiran Patel, who invites her to stay with his family in Nana Nagar until she is able to find proper accommodations. Jennifer becomes fast friends with Kiran’s daughter-in-law, Radha, and is drawn to a homeless boy named Nanda. When she tries to enroll Nanda in school, she meets an independent journalist, Jai Jaiprakash, who becomes an important part of her life. Jai is shy when it comes to matters of the heart, and Jennifer has tossed romance aside after being jilted in love. Will the bus trip to Agra change things? What role will Nanda’s “mandir” rock, which he gives to Jennifer as a talisman, play in the outcome of events? Life in India—-with all its eccentricities, charms, and wisdom—comes to life in this endearing West-meets-East love story.

A Touch of Miracle
(ISBN 978-1-105-03274-5)


Sanjay, an orphan, who is living in Calcutta with his grandmother, has dropped out of college to write a novel. The temple town of Guruvayoor is the setting for his novel, and in the story it becomes a sanctuary for a young girl named Rani who has run away from home to avoid an unwanted marriage. A series of miracles at the temple reorient Rani’s life and strengthen her faith. As Sanjay is penning a story filled with miracles, he cannot account for some of the chapters he has written. Even though they are in his handwriting, he cannot remember ever writing them. His friend, Radhika, helps him in his literary pursuit and offers moral support. Together they tackle the mystery surrounding them and become the beneficiaries of small miracles themselves.

A Second Meeting
(ISBN 978-1-312-44746-2)


Kenneth, a successful businessman, whose wife died 19 years ago when she was just 23 years old, lives with memories of her, holding on to the philosophy that in one lifetime you can truly and fully love only one person. But what if life and death have dimensions and realities that are beyond our understanding? A series of discoveries, — many of them involving Susanna, a recently hired kitchen help who happens to be a prodigy with the piano—force Kenneth to rethink his philosophy and to reorient his life. While serendipity and happenstance play their hand, Amira, a piano coach to Susanna, seems to have the measure of the mysteries that are swirling around in the household.

Bridgit the Model
(ISBN 978-1-008-94297-4)


After suffering an unexpected betrayal by her photographer companion and lover, the media-savvy and much celebrated model, Bridgit, whose sensuous poses are displayed on billboards all across Europe, attempts to put her life back together. Chance encounters with a lost dog and a boy whom she befriended in an alley in Rome, act as catalysts for the “Mona Lisa of Advertising” to embark on a new path, while still pursuing fame. The story set sumptuously in Rome and Florence, filled with literary and artistic allusions, and powered by love, is one of transformation, transcendence, and triumph.

Zeek the Photographer
(ISBN 978-1-716-25588-1)

A novel about a failed marriage that takes forever to fold its wings, and an explosive, sensual relationship between a photographer and his hedonist model, set in Nuremberg, Frankfurt, Mainz, Florence, Rome and London.

The Message in the Rain: An otherworldly Love Story
(ISBN 978-1-716-06480-7)

A bereaved husband chases after the memories of his wife in a war-torn country, and receives signs and messages that point to a reunion on the ‘other side.’ Ian’s path intersects with those of a few people — enigmas themselves — who help to shed light on the mysteries embedded in the messages.

Prisms and Bells: A collection of poems
(ISBN 978-1-716-18592-2)

The knowledge of the sun that is young once only inspires us to bring wings and passion to all the things we wish to accomplish in life. At the heart of poetry is a desire to make language sing a different song than has been heard before. When and where it succeeds, poetry offers a new country on the map that is full of delectations.

Arrow and A Song: Essays on Language, Fine Arts, and Travel
(ISBN 978-1-716-26653-9)

Language should march with vigor and move like a minuet. Great art can melt away the world, and a great symphony can make the world stand still. Travel can take one to serendipity’s stations. These and other ideas are explored in this collection of essays culled from my newspaper columns published in the El Paso Times between 1998 and 2019.

A Melody Of Flying Flutes: Essays On People, Places, And Things, Remembered
(ISBN 978-1-716-19924-0)

I am happy when I see atoms dance. I like the conversation of strangers in new places. I like turning the pages of books, and going on new journeys to new places. I like to hear the whistle of a train leaving a platform, nudging the compass needle to a new resting place. I like the sound of a ship’s horn announcing a departure to a new destination. The sun shines with vigor. The river sings joyously. All is gold and blessed. These and other ideas are explored in this collection of essays culled from my newspaper columns published in the El Paso Times between 1998 and 2019.

Feathers 1,2,3: Essays on Nature and Animals
(ISBN 978-1716231384)

Welcome to the pyramid of the rose, the Danube of the wisteria, the towering peak of the ocotillo. Welcome, also, to the Taj Mahal of the peacock, the royal barge of the grackle, and the temple of the caparisoned elephant. These and other delectations from nature are explored in this collection of essays culled from my newspaper columns published in the El Paso Times between 1998 and 2019.

A Sprinkling of Pixie Dust: Essays on Education and Classroom Practices
(ISBN: 978-1-716-11611-7)

What lessons do green-haired boys teach us? What misadventures happen when a teacher allows his students to chase an invisible rabbit in search of a story? Can you have a boredom factor of 4, and still be successful in school? Is the crown on the king’s head what the spider saw? These and other ideas are explored in this collection of essays culled from my newspaper columns published in the El Paso Times between 1998 and 2019.

The Dove by Ramnath Subramanian

Maria knocked on the glass pane of the sliding door. It was a signal to the birds that she would be coming out with their evening food.

She noticed some flutter in the leaves. The sparrows had heard her. They were always the first to swoop down from the trees to the grass.

She opened the door and stepped out with a slice of multigrain bread in one hand and a bag of birdseed in the other.

“C’mon babies,” she cooed. “Come and get your food.”

She flung the birdseed in neat arcs to reach a nice swath of the grass. Then she tore the bread into tiny pieces and flung them likewise.

“C’mon babies,” she cooed again. “Come and get your food.” Then she walked backward slowly and retreated into the house.

She closed the sliding glass door and looked at the backyard. The sparrows, two doves, five grackles, a thrasher all flew down to have their repast. The thrasher, as was his won’t, picked up a piece of bread, and perched with it on the rim of the birdbath. Then he dipped it in the water to soften it and ate it. He was the only one who followed this routine.

Maria loved her backyard. She was fond of the lemon tree that bore a lot of fruit in March and April. She had made many jars of lemon curd to spread on bread last year. Many jars of cool lemonade. And there was plenty left over to give a full grocery bag of lemons to her neighbor Lisa.

The orange tree next to it was an enigma. Even though she took good care of it, it produced only one orange each year. And it came out in the same place. Maria looked forward to that one single orange each year.

“I need to trim the juniper bush,” she said to herself.

Maria withdrew her thoughts from the backyard, walked over to the kitchen, sat down at the table, and and started to make a grocery list. At the end of a dozen or so items, she added salmon. “I’d like to make salmon creole,” she said to herself.

Outside, the day was drawing to a close. Maria took a quick look at the backyard. All the birds were gone. It was the crepuscular hour when a sudden calm settles on nature and the greying of light closes the curtain slowly on all the busy activities of the day.

It was then that Maria noticed a dove was still in the backyard. It was sitting on the grass near the birdbath. It exhibited small movements, but was mostly inert.

What is he doing here so late, she wondered. If he had come to pick up the last crumbs without competition, why wasn’t he at it picking up the remains?

The situation puzzled her. The crepuscular hour was now past. She wondered if a dove can fly in the dark. Just then, there was a flutter of wings, and the dove flew over the top of the house, and was gone.

Next day, at feeding time, she kept a lookout for the dove. She didn’t see him.

But again, when it had gotten quite dark, there he was sitting on the rim of the birdbath. She noticed that he dipped his beak in the water and took a sip. He did it again and again. She counted. Soon it was up to 50 sips. He must be really thirsty, she thought. He must not come here for the food, but the water. Poor baby. Maria kept counting. She had reached the count of 87, when she heard the flutter of wings. The mostly inert object showed surprising strength, took to the air, and flew over the roof.

He is weak, Maria thought. I will call him Gramps. But he has strength to fly. That is good. He comes here, because he likes my house. He knows I am a friend.

Nature is rough, Maria told herself. Old age is rough everywhere, but especially in nature, what can a poor bird do. Poor baby.

The next day, the dove was constantly in Maria’s thought. The previous evening, as the dove took to his wings, she had rushed over to the other side of the house to see if she could follow his flight to see where he was going. But she didn’t see him.

The second evening he had come to the house later. I don’t get it, Maria thought. I can see him coming to the house after all the birds have left. But why come so late? I wonder if he will show up even later this evening.

As it turned out, Gramps didn’t come at all. She waited and waited, and even turned the porch light on. But there was no sign of him

The clouds had rolled in, bringing relief to the desert heat. That was good news for Gramps. I wonder from where he got his water.

With night came a thunderstorm of great fury. Streaks of lightning raced across the sky. And it poured. The sound of the rain lulled Maria to sleep.

The next day was a perfect September day. Temperature in the low 90s. A cool breeze washed over everything in the open.

Maria opened the sliding door and stepped into the backyard. She was determined to get the juniper pruned this morning. She got the clipper and step stool and moved towards the tree.

She stopped in her tracks.. Right on a tuft of grass right next to the birdbath was the inert body of Gramps. He was curled up in eternal sleep.

The rain, thought Maria. That violent downpour. Poor baby. All alone in the dark, with nothing but the rain to guide him to his next place. A baptism. The suffering of this world was over.

I Want To Get It Back, My Soul by Ramnath Subramanian

I want to get it back
my soul
this paper thing
adrift in warm and quirky weather

I want to get it back
this house
fruit-licked by crayons
where my troll-heart ruled
with its pulse on wing-lift

Evening seduces like a waitress
playing for big tips

After the shades are drawn
and the lights are dimmed
the room scorns empty
and the keys on the cash register
are musicless, dead

To want to get it back, — yes

There is plenty made silk
by passing through the eye

Plenty that milks the moon
with a serendipitous touch


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A Call To Action by Ramnath Subramania

To be clad in armor head to foot,
As demons sound their fife and drums;
To be strong in heart and mind, declare
That tyranny and evil are overcome.

Before the tyrant knocks at the door,
Before the coal is thrown into the fire,
To be strong in heart and mind, declare
That light shines through the darkest mire.

When dangers loom, and fear pervades
The corner thoughts in every room,
To be strong in heart and mind, declare
That heroic men will banish all gloom.

No more can we put off the fight,
Into the breach with candle and might.


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Moving Away Toward Reason by Ramnath Subramanian

I have laid aside politics, for it profits me not,
nor any other man,
except him that has tied a knot in reason,

and made the rivers gush with treason.

I have shooed away politics from the perimeter of life,
for it brings no joy,
except for the man who dances on cracked ice

and therein the world destroys.

I have behinded politics, for it is a devilish game
that is mad as rain,
and full of flaws with the argument of the insane;
towers toppled by war and flame.


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From “A Letter To My Students” by Ramnath Subramanian

To gather greatness, we must know and embrace the greatness of the past. It is essential that you give your time and mind to the classics, for they will inform the passages that brought us here, and the ones you may construct for the future.

Learn to speak and write well, so that you will stand out in a crowd not just for your thoughts and ideas, but for the panache with which you express them. Language gives one originality and culture. The best erudition may be found lacking if it walks with the crutches of picayune speech.

It is not always easy to do, but keep Truth at the center of your transactions, and as your perennial guide. Character, after all, is the true measure of a man, and nothing informs it better than adherence to the truth.


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The Cadenzas Will Keep by Ramnath Subramanian

In the end, memory comes to the rescue,
denying laws of gravity
to get an old picture back:

a flutter of leaves, and
a subtle breeze at the shoulder
yields, once more,
lovers
caught in the spray
of the cataract’s play;

and the prodigious arm bends
to gather up the child.

Nothing is ever lost.

Unscratched, the moon moves in the branches,
carrying a maiden’s song
to the far banks of the river —
the melody is soft like childhood,
and yet, touched by the gift of age, precise;

and I am encouraged
to look at life
from an ageless rise.

The cadenzas will keep.
The sweep of time sweetens the ride.


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Written at The English Cemetery, Florence, Aug 11, 2014 by Ramnath Subramanian

The moment passed
As all moments pass,
Carried away by a swirl of paint,
A chisel of marble.

In the end
A few words suffice;

In the shade of stately cypresses,
A quiet repose.


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