Kavan
Round spectacles, neat parting, professional overthinker.
Guys… this is a bad idea.
A Diwali gift for ages 8–12
The Itchy Empire is a laugh-out-loud illustrated adventure set in 1922 India. Twelve-year-old twins Kavan and Kuber accidentally end up sharing their heads with two very minor gods: one obsessed with paperwork, one obsessed with snacks. Indian mythology, Raj-era satire and a mystery, told in a voice written to make kids laugh.
Book 1 of The Raj Chronicles, a planned ten-book series.

A present that gets read after the sweets run out.
Gods, karma and ancient artefacts, told the way kids tell stories to each other: fast, cheeky and full of snacks.
It's set in 1922, under the British Raj. Expect questions at dinner about Swadeshi, the Raj and why Maa refuses to buy British sugar.
Short chapters with titles like “New Powers, Who Dis?” and pictures throughout. Good for confident readers and reluctant ones.
Baba, Maa, an all-knowing Dadi and a revolutionary uncle. Easy to read aloud together, grandparents included.
Full disclosure: it isn't a Diwali story. It's simply a very good thing to unwrap.
INDIA, 1922. SAME OLD BRITISH RAJ. SAME OLD BORING LIFE. OR SO THEY THOUGHT.
Twelve-year-old twins Kavan and Kuber are dealing with the usual nightmares: strict parents, cranky teachers, maths homework, and the British Empire.
Then their revolutionary uncle accidentally breaks an ancient pot. Now Kavan has a tiny blue god living in his head, Kuber has an orange god with a serious snack problem, and a British Governor is hunting for mysterious objects that could change everything.
With a headmaster hiding a machine that can suck spirits out of children, and a grandmother who definitely knows more than she's saying, the twins must survive 1922, one prank, one samosa and one headache at a time.
BECAUSE IN THE RAJ, EVEN GODS HAVE HOMEWORK.
From the contents page
A few scenes from inside the book. They're coloured here for the web; the printed book's illustrations are black and white.




Plus two spirits who are absolutely not pulling their weight.
Round spectacles, neat parting, professional overthinker.
Guys… this is a bad idea.
Messy hair, no fear, permanently hungry.
Relax, Kav.
God of Minor Inconveniences, Bureaucracy and Correcting Your Posture.
Incorrect.
God of Burps, Breezes and Gastronomic Chaos.
Needs more spice!
Polite housewife to the world. CEO of the local resistance at home. Bakes with jaggery, on principle.
Has The Stare. Knows far more than she's saying.
Broke the ancient pot. Would like everyone to stop bringing it up.
A great believer in British administrative efficiency, and in fountain pens.
The paperback is printed in India, so readers here can get it straight from the author instead of paying for an import. Order by 31 October and your copy is dispatched by 3 November, in time for Diwali on 8 November.
Free delivery within India. Need it for a school or a group order? Email charlescornwallah@gmail.com. See delivery and refunds.
The ebook is on Amazon in every store below and is included with Kindle Unlimited if you subscribe. Paperbacks outside India are on Amazon too.
Some names carry history. Some borrow from it. A few hide in it.
Charles Cornwallah is a pen name, borrowed from a man who once arrived in India with ambition and left behind… mixed results. This author prefers building stories to building empires, and believes the best way to understand history is to laugh at it (gently).
He runs on caffeine and curiosity, and answers to two young plot reviewers, also known as his twin sons, who are tough, fair and completely unsparing.
The book carries this notice on its copyright page:
Generative AI tools were used in the development and generation of portions of the text and in the creation of the cover and interior illustrations.
All AI-assisted material was produced under the author's creative direction, and selected, reviewed and edited by him. We'd rather you knew before you buy.