Golden Hour Threshold of The Millennium

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Golden Hour is a diary of an imaginary holiday spent by the author on the top floor of a skyscraper, 'rising from the sea and touching the sky'. Interwoven with the experiences and the observations of each day, is the story of man 'living in his great habitat-this earth, this universe. Sharda Deshmukh takes the reader 'through various spaces and times' onwards to the Golden Hour of the New Millennium which mankind will soon be reaching. Written in a unique style, the book is a beautiful blend of facts, imagination, the author's past experiences, and her remarkable poems.

Sharda Deshmukh, a professor of Philosophy, Psychology and Logic, was actively associated with different aspects of student life and higher education for more than twenty-five years. Changing her profession, she worked as an executive in a shipping company for almost two decades. Now retired, she is also the author of the uncommon and much acclaimed book Atlantis! Atlantis! Also published by the Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan.

Smt. Sharda Deshmukh's Golden Hour: Threshold of the Millennium is a diary of her musings and reflections during a holiday span of twenty-one days as she watched the Arabian sea from the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city of Mumbai, following the wandering clouds and seeing the sun splashing cascades of gold on the canvas of the sky and the sea. Her Golden Hour is a culmination of "heightened awareness and magnified imagination, stretching the present in a subtle manner into the past and the future". Her exquisite narrative has the vivacious charm of a travelogue, though her travelling excursions are like pensive birds of thought, flying through her large French windows in and out of her retreat which is their nest. Her metaphorical birds are not caged; they are nature's and her own free-flying minstrels. The author sees her birds of thoughts flying in the blissful setting of the tender togetherness of the sea and the sky.

"Be like the bird which on frail branches balanced A moment sits and sings; He feels them tremble, but he sings unshaken, Knowing that he has wings".