A Journey through Time : Retrocausality

By Venkata Subramaniam

This science fiction novel delves into the life of Taknev Reyi, a brilliant scientist grappling with the profound loss of his mother. Driven by grief, Taknev navigates the frontiers of science and spirituality , and endeavors to alter that past that was hitherto considered unalterable and an immutable truth. The past he was told was an unalterable one directional river which irks Taknev and he delves into fabric of reality , using science and spirituality to find solutions . The tale is of possibilities and sacrifice and relentless pursuit of solutions against seemingly unsurmountable immutable problems and realities.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Venkata Subramaniam
• Release date: Jan 28, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224047291

Venkata Subramaniam

A polymath with varied predilections. An enthusiast in English literature , humanities, linguistics ,metaphysics , astronomy and philosophy. A scholar dedicated to the resuscitation of classical English literature having a penchant for quantum physics, space science and celestial cartography. A dabbler in ethical hacking, cognitive science, human anatomy and in diverse schools of analytic philosophy, epistemology, and metaphysics. A mystic ,conversant with advaith vedanta and various aspects of monism and a dilettante in paleontology ,world history and studies of varied civilizations. A Senior Program Manager with a total of 18 years of experience which includes program management, technical management, project management, and application development. A project management enthusiast interested in project management processes and best practices. Proficient in Microsoft dot net platform. Skilled in providing solutions for dot net platforms with more than 15 years' experience in developing, architecting and providing technical solutions and proof of concepts ( POCs).

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Chapter 1: Veil of Celestial Whispers

Taknev Reyi, in abject despondency had straggled beyond the darkening hillocks for the umpteenth time and stared vacuously o’er the dying welkin streaked and interspersed with parapets of ancient pine. Ensconced in the distance between umbrageous barges of clouds, the greening sward glimmered indistinctly in the dying light. The narrow tract of this verdurous wold was to become imprinted in the deep niches of memory. The glorious conflagration of the day soon sunk with the pall of sable night and the sentinel stars anon spangled the dusky upper realms. Husbandman and school boy alike hastened to their nesting place and Silence lulled the distant knolls.

Taknev trudged along and wound his way home through the dewy marshes.

Each step he took seemed laden with a grief too harrowing to be constrained within the boundaries of the mortal frame. The path, trodden countless times before, reverberated with familiar rustlings of flurry and despair. The darkened hillocks, the gaunt by-standers loomed like spectres guarding the entrance to a realm whence perchance glimmered a ray of hope—yet faintly gleamed for a moment and was gone in the gloaming like an evanescent mystery - some distant dream commingled in the fabric of reality. .

The firmament, once ablaze with the hues of day, now wore the melancholy of nightlike shroud. Ancient pines stood stoically, bearing witness to Taknev's ceaseless ramblings, their bony gnarled branches spread out like skeletal fingers that sought solace in the waning light. Clouds, draped in the twilight's embrace, cast ethereal shadows upon the dappled tufts, where memories and regrets coalesced in the fading luminescence.

O'er the hushed verdant turf, Taknev's footsteps rustled a dirge—a mournful melody that resonated with the poignant dolour of his existence. The narrow tract, bathed in the crimson twilight, bore indelible marks of his relentless pilgrimage, a journey fueled by the desperation to traverse the boundaries of time itself.

As the day's diurnal din yielded to the approach of the night and a celestial beauteous spectacle unfolded, adorned by the emergence of silvern stars in the dusky expanse, the very fabric of the universe seemed to pulse with a heartbeat, and Taknev, a mere mortal caught in its throes, found himself yearning for answers beyond the scope of mundane comprehension.

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