Today on Paws 4 Thought we begin a special series of interviews with the authors of the historical horror anthology, Sins of the Past. Our first author is Sunila Vig. Tell us a little bit about yourself, Sunila.
I am from India and deeply connected to my land, its history, colours, food, culture and chaos. Today I live in Australia and enjoy the nature, calm and all that it has to offer. I teach yoga, write and sing amidst other things and try to stay open to the experiences and people that come to me.
Who are your favorite authors?
Hard to put them all down here, but a few are Tolstoy, Hardy, Shakespeare, Gorki, J. Krishnamurthy, Donna Farhi, Amitabh Ghosh, Jhumpa Lahiri and P.G. Wodehouse.
Tell us a bit about your story VishKanya (The Poison Maiden)?
It is about a young woman who is accursed to be a poison maiden and used by her masters as a tool to decimate their rivals. She falls in love and yet can only love from afar.
If you could travel back in time to any place and period in the past where and when would you go?
I would travel back in India to Buddha’s time, a few centuries before Christ.
What attracts you to writing horror?
I enjoy writing horror only when I can intersperse it with other elements like love-suspense-mystery, so that the end result is not gory but humane.
What are you currently reading?
Life. I just moved back to Australia and I’m in the throes of a variety of activity.
Are you planning to write a story for Sins of the Future? Any hints about your story?
Yes, I certainly am going to write a story for Sins of the Future. It will be unique. That is all I can say at this point.
What do you like to do to relax?
Play with my little one, teach a Yoga class, watch TV, read, write, walk, meet like-minded people, indulge in any art form….
What are you currently working on?
On sprucing up a novella I’ve written.
Read a little from Sunila’s story, VishKanya (The Poison Maiden) here:
She ran her chocolate brown fingers through his hair. In an hour his body would turn blue and stiff, her poison washing through his every cell.
Two hours back the body had a name – a handsome nobleman she’d enticed in his own chambers in the dead of night. It had been easy, too easy, and now he lay on his carved bed, oblivious to life.
She looked bored. This was number hundred-and-two. She kept count by chopping off the little toe from each victim. She wasn’t finicky like that. A string angled from one of the rafters in her attic holding one hundred and one shriveled toes, embalmed with herbs to ward off the stench.
Vishkanya was her name. Actually it was the name of every poison maiden. She wrinkled her long nose, how about a special name just for me? But when she voiced her thoughts she received a rap on the head and was told crisply that she talked too much. The purpose of her life was to be efficient and lethal.
Connect with Sunila
Via email firstname.lastname@example.org
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