If you are in the mood for a quick, gripping book that depicts reality, pick up ‘Mis(s) Adventures of a Sales Girl’ ASAP
Author: Natasha Sharma
Natasha Sharma is a voracious consumer of the written word, who always has a book (or a Kindle, keeping with times) by her side that she devours. She is, by profession, a freelancing software developer. Natasha moonlights as a writer where her humorous side seeps through her words. She is inclined towards short stories, but secretly harbours a dream of writing a novel. She hosts her stories at the following link: https://awetnose.wordpress.com/2020/08/26/girl-in-the-mirror/
The Fairly Ordinary Princess
Can my review justify the awesomeness of the book I have read? Or will it fall short?
Khushboo Shah’s book, The Fairly Ordinary Princess, is one such book. A book that breaks the glass ceiling when it comes to children fiction that works for adults too.
ThisLoyalty
The plasticky feel of the file feels weird. The tie chokes my unspoken words. Sweat pours down my temples and the stiff collar of my
The Counterfeiter: Abdul Karim Telgi and The Stamp Scam Review
The Counterfeiter: Abdul Karim Telgi & The Stamp Scam is definitely an eye-opener of a book especially when it does something in reverse – puts in words what we all of us watched on the television.
Gender Trichotomy
Abhina fell into my arms as I opened the door to her incessant knocks. “Where are you, Harveer? The clerk called to say the PIL
The Anatomy of Choice
Harshali Singh has proved her prowess in the first book of the series, and here she continues to wow you with her deep understanding of familial relationships and how they affect our lives.
A Window To Her Dreams
The plot is very engaging and has got its hooks in me and when I finished the book, I automatically gravitated towards the second. The language, sentence structure, etc. used by Harshali is top-class and I didn’t find anything specific to mar my reading experience. Her words bring out the visual imagery of the mansion, how royal it must have been, and the joys and sorrows it must have seen and maybe, experienced.
Recurring Repentance
28-03 Dearest Mama, Today was an exciting day. A patron sponsored drinks at our hostel, and they served us sodas! Ma, I cannot remember the
Stars from the Borderless Sea
I closed my eyes and let the book’s waves wash over me. A lot of feelings, thoughts arose in my mind and the invariable comparison to one’s life. What would I have done in similar situations?
The Jackpot
The customized Mercedes’ wheels skid, marking the tarmac when the driver accelerates towards the exit and the bodyguards look on in a rare moment of
The Naysayers
Like spring, the emails arrived. Starting slow but gaining strength. Their origins were different; their receiver was one. Their messages of rejection were differently worded,
A Wash of Emotions
Hunger and Anger are at it again. The same old argument; flogging the same dead horse. “I don’t think Anger can cause humans to die.
No Book Left Behind
The matriarch, Sunehri, squared her shoulders as the impending exodus loomed. A sense of melancholy washed over her as she recalled the words. The place
Absence of Colour
The sun beats down on him as Aryak pedals the cycle systematically on the Ashoka Road in Delhi. Push. Rest. Push. Rest. He chants the
Illusion of Love
Chapter 1: Chook goes the train. The wind ruffles her silky black hair, and the loose tendrils settle around her heart-shaped, flawless face. Rhea looks
Home Isn’t a Place, But a Feeling
April 2010, Nashik. The agent shuffled his feet, pawing the ground. His visage was a study in embarrassment. “Madamji, the owner has declined. He isn’t
The Toggle
The unit beeped twice, signalling activation. In excitement, she raised her palm for a high-five, only for the joy to instantly crash when reality struck.
Sleep, My Fair Child
The tree provides interim umbrage as the car parks under it. Its headlights illuminate the circle of mist enveloping the forest bed, with its canopy
Illuminate Within
ChandriyaVana, 05.45 AM. The aroma of the besan ladoos infiltrates his nostrils, pushing him to the land of the living. He jerks his hands. Nope.
The Will to Live.
The armchair-cum-wheelchair had lost its stuffing, and I was sinking in it. Just like my life; if it weren’t for Jehaan, my partner in all