Maple and Monsoon Now Available on Amazon!


Dear Readers,
I’m thrilled to announce that Maple and Monsoon, my debut novella, is now available on Amazon KDP! This story has been a labor of love, weaving together the threads of diaspora, identity, and the quiet healing that comes through faith and self-discovery.

In Maple and Monsoon, Meera journeys from India to Canada, seeking freedom while grappling with love and loss. Her story reminds us that healing often begins with a single, quiet breath—and a deep desire to search within our souls. Through Meera’s eyes, I hope you’ll find inspiration to embrace your own journey, finding hope, purpose, and fulfillment along the way.

Grab your copy today on Amazon and join Meera as she navigates the bittersweet intersection of maple syrup and monsoon rains. I can’t wait to hear what you think—drop a comment below or share your thoughts using #MapleAndMonsoon.

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Stay tuned for more updates, including a special trailer reveal coming soon!

With gratitude,
T. Masterpiece
May 23, 2025

Introducing Maple and Monsoon: A Tale of Love, Loss and Redemption


Cover art for the novella 'Maple and Monsoon' featuring a silhouette of a woman with flowing hair amidst orange autumn leaves, a candle, and shadowy figures in the background, with Toronto's skyline partially visible.

Hello, dear readers,

I’m thrilled to share a glimpse of my upcoming novella, Maple and Monsoon, a story that’s been close to my heart for a long time. Set against the vibrant backdrop of Toronto’s autumn, this tale weaves together the threads of love, loss, diaspora, and redemption through the eyes of Meera—a young woman torn between her Indian heritage and her new life in Canada.

Inspired by diverse tapestry of Toronto and the stories of countless persons navigating the complexities of identity, Maple and Monsoon explores what it means to find freedom while honoring your roots. Meera’s journey is one of emotional fracture and healing, sparked by an unexpected connection with Jacob, a skeptic carrying his own haunted past, and shadowed by a history that refuses to stay behind.

The title reflects the duality at the heart of the story: “Maple” for the Canadian autumn that grounds Meera’s new beginning, and “Monsoon” for the emotional storms of her Indian past. Writing this novella has been a deeply passionate journey, one I hope will resonate with anyone who’s ever felt caught between two worlds—or longed for a second chance at love.

I can’t wait for you to meet Meera and walk with her through Toronto’s maple-strewn streets. Maple and Monsoon will be available soon on Amazon Kindle, but you can get a taste of her story now. Sign up below for an exclusive first chapter excerpt and be the first to know when the novella releases!

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With warmth,

T. Masterpiece

The Bird of Immortality


The morning chirping in the garden is one voice down today
The harmony is the same to the gardener but not the birds
She’s just muted not dumb; freed from the curse of her buds
She’s not envious of her friends that weep beside her clay.

Her wings ascend higher with every flap
To a place where everything is possible
Quite quickly she becomes invisible
As she embarks on her final lap.

A home is forsaken in quest for Rest
The worms and fishes below now distasteful
Snakes feast on her eggs, but it doesn’t pound on her chest
It’s beyond her ability to focus; it’s not because she’s mindful.

The routes are quite unfamiliar but the destination certain
Nothing in her life of clay seemed to matter again
But at the gates of Rest, the books were opened
Then it mattered all that had happened.

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The Family Man


Episode 1

Honey! Honey!!

Darl, you’re yelling, Chibuike responded.

Yes, I’m yelling, she continued, I had suggested we bought three kilos of turkey and you insisted on just one. Now we are expecting visitors, my relations, and we have only three pieces left. You know my two sisters would come with their husbands and kids and…

Hey darl, take it easy, he intercepted. You’re turning red already, your yellow sweet cheeks look as red–hot as your hot plates.

Nkechi succeeded in holding back the laughter this time but gave up a smirk that should have been an actual smile.

Hey darl, you’re my sunshine ok. I’m sure we can fix this.

He stared into her eyes and she could see he was trying. If “trying” was anything to go by, he could not be faulted as a family man. He has been between jobs and is currently running a small online business by the side amongst other hustles and manages somehow to put food on the table. He had just retrieved his wife’s phone from the repair shop two days back, only to discover that his sister-in-laws had sent her a Whatsapp chat about a week ago that they would be paying her a visit today. They included that they tried calling her number, but it didn’t go through.

‘Why didn’t they call my line‘ he struggled with his thoughts but would not make mention to his wife – it didn’t change anything. Continue reading →

Fiery Goddess Itanje


Just read again and reminisced penning down every single word.

T. Masterpiece's avatarThe Masterpiece's Pen

 

itanje-3And so it happened that Attah had only a pen in his hands and in great fear he turned to the wall to write something. He wrote on a hard wall one airy evening, it seemed strange at first, and then something even stranger happened. He got some headway. Who would have called it headway? Itanje, the fiery goddess, appeared somewhere close to the wall where the boy stood. She looked at him sternly, for Itanje knew for sure that he was the only act of kindness that had gone out of her or the works of her hands. A witty smug filled her face as memories of her first son came to mind. But it was not her fault. She always had to do the needful.

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All that matters


We walk this lonely path of vanity

Everything is very clear except reality

We crack complex logic in a bid to explain humanity

We unravel everything except all that matters.

 

The earth is flat. No, it’s spherical. No, it’s unknown

It’s a product of flukes, strange evolutions; an energy-controlled zone

Exciting imaginations – seeds of Sophia fully grown

Yet, we are blinded and bereft of the All that matters.

 

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We could never know


Our regained hope was re-lost days before

Damnation was the plan from the onset?

We try to hope on hopes dashed to their core

Strength failing. Mind doubting. Before us – death.

 

He was our last hope, according to the books

The prophecies read He was the liberator –

The knight that smote the hand of the oppressor

Didn’t we watch Him die beside common crooks?

 

He died. Yes, He died. There’s no argument. He died.

What more is there to death but an end?

His body lies in the tomb. Can we pretend?

But He would rise again. What if He lied?

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The Battle


The battle is very real

It’s not all about the singing, the dance and the lights

We often forget about the eternal seal

The only reason the devil still fights.

 

Souls will and are perishing;

Destinies being traded for excitement;

Gatekeepers are in their titles relishing;

As purpose is being exchanged for embellishment.

 

Be sober! Be sober! The wise one cries –

The night of weeping draws nigh.

The cloak of darkness unfolds stealthily before our eyes;

As the earth passes away by and by.

 

Thou soul that sinneth please REPENT.

Repent now while it is still day.

For with every passing hour, our mortal life is spent;

And we draw nearer to our realities after clay.

 

 

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