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What Authors are saying about False Ceilings. When I picked up False Ceilings, I was expecting certain rawness in the narration of the story as is customary from a new author. I was pleasantly surprised that this saga that starts in pre-independence India and spans generations to come to the India of today was narrated so well, even though it jumped back and forth. Look forward to reading more of your books. And Chakra, Chronicles of the witch way.