The Spy Who Lost Her Head

A hilarious read that capitalizes on the humorous potential of the Indian obsession with English ‘I am Super Spy Gulabi. I am a belly from the village searching suitable man but finding only head. It is murder most fowl. But never fear, in the backside, I am ending with a blast.’   Gulabi from Gayab arrives in the city of dreams armed with fourteen suitcases but without her pet snake, ready to catch a husband before her lease runs out. A spunky young lass with an unusual grasp of English, she manages to capture the heart of everyone she meets. She does, however, have a way of ‘forking’ things up. She falls out of windows, attacks her landlord more than once and even sets the apartment on fire. When, to her horror, she finds herself in possession of a man’s head, she does the only decent thing: she vows to find his killers. The trail leads us through danger and drunken poetry, big laughs and bigwigs. Now if only our brave belle can solve the dead-head riddle, without losing her own.