The one thing that struck me about these verses is that they are the unvarnished truth. The poet has not glossed over any of the verses to make them appear more endearing. Instead she has let them stand stark against the others to leave a lasting imprint on the readers.
Author: Sonal Singh
Sonal Singh is the Founder/Director of a manpower search firm called Rian Placements. She dabbles in travel and writing. She believes that life is a repertoire of anecdotes strung together in a colourful array, like a beaded necklace. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, make life a melange of tales and conversational tidbits. And, this is what she attempts to capture through her writing.
The People Tree
The language in the book is easy to follow with well crafted characters that endear you to their habits and idiosyncrasies. All the plotlines in the book adhere to the central theme of the book to make it a volume of stories that are about people – you and us. I am certain that as you read the book, you will identify with some of the characters.
The Legend of Lachit Borphukan
The story in the book is backed by in-depth research and for that, I must congratulate the author. I believe that it is not easy to write historical fiction because the author needs to be conscious of not distorting the history for the readers.
The Teachings of Bhagavad Gita
I would recommend this book to those who carry a love for theology, mythology or philosophy. Anyone who is spiritually inclined or likes dabbling in body restorative techniques would be able to decipher the deeper meaning of this book.
A Purple Dawn
When a pinkish-purple dawn breaks o’er my land dribbling down to kiss the heather laden braes the misty wraiths swirl, clinging to the peat hags
Old is Gold
‘Please, not that!’ I groaned as the stench of balsamic assaulted me. ‘Someone, please teach this idiot that balsamic is used in dressing and not
Gli Amanti
O mi amore Come to me when dusk embraces the night Wantonly, on lubricious feet Let us douse the flames Bathe the room in ardour
Vakratunda Mahakaya
At one of the busiest crossroads in Mumbai stands a monument. It is a sanctuary for aggrieved, despairing souls and a haven for troubled minds
Rainbow Housing Society
If you are looking for a light read and yet a read which leaves you contemplating the vagaries of human nature, then pick this book up.
Where the Crawdads Sing
If you are a poet at heart, if you love to read by the lamplight, all snuggled in bed, holding a steaming cuppa, then this book is for you.
A New Dawn
The milkman, the paperboy, Or the presswala, don’t come knocking anymore. Like the housemaid, And the cook, they too no longer report for work. Where
Masked Intentions
I looked at them, clustered in the lawyer’s office for the reading of grandfather’s will. Father had insisted that I attend. ‘You are his only
My Lost Conversations
He doffed his peaked cap as I opened the door.To his stoic silence, his rigid stancemy happy smile succumbed and perished.‘I’m sorry,’ he mumbled, handing
The Deadly Dozen: India’s Most Notorious Serial Killers
Anirban writes with a fantastic command over both language and the topic. The stories are meticulously researched. The book would have been a drab read but for the fact that Anirban peppers it with liberal doses of droll humour and sarcastic wit.
Driftwood – Stories Washed Ashore
Driftwood is a compilation of 12 short stories from a seaman’s life. The stories revolve around incidents on port, during the call to duty, the trials and tribulations seamen face, their fears, their hardships, etc.
The Story of Cullswick
The fishing village of Cullswick is perched far up north on the Shetland coast. It bears a quaint, mellow look much the same as its
Pining for Love
There is only a moment, when night meets the day.On his ebbing feet, as he retreats, he spills his griefOn my verdant patch and his
Death At Midnight
Each character in the book has an individual voice. It is easily distinguishable from the others. Each character is introduced in a separate chapter in the book and that gives a reader ample time to identify with the character.
Be Gone Winter
Jeez, it’s freezing. Why, O why did I venture out? Achoo! Achoo! I sneeze in a darned frenzied bout. I lament my sniffles, shivering brrr…in
Not(e)orious adventure
‘I am lonely. This Haveli, my home is lonesome too. There was a time when this Haveli brimmed with people. Laughter used to echo in
Lost Nonage
I look for you under the apple boughs Laden with blushing pink blossoms. I search in the orchard amid the trees of orange, keno and