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AUTHOR - DR. VINEET AGGARWAL

Dr. Vineet Aggarwal is referred by many as a doctor by qualification, manager by profession and artist by temperament. He lives and works in Mumbai and is the author of popular online blogs dealing with scientific aspects of mythology as well as two books on mythological fiction. His literary repertoire ranges from politics to poetry and travel to terrorism but his favorite genre remains the amalgamation of science with religion.


 Blogs: DECODE HINDU MYTHOLOGY - http://decodehindumythology.blogspot.com/
FRATERNITY AGAINST TERRORISM & EXTREMISM - http://fateinurhands.blogspot.in/

Books: VISHWAMITRA - http://amzn.to/1hMpa2C
THE LEGEND OF PARSHU-RAAM - http://amzn.to/2qIzw8S


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