On the clothesline of life I hung out several Memories to air, dry. Some dripped over, sodden, While the others billowed Gaily in the warm breeze. A fistful of naughty Read More
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As the bus panted its way through the lush foliage of the foothills, I craned my neck out of the window and inhaled deeply. The hills smelled the same, of Read More
Mbambe raised a hand to his brow to shield his eyes as he insipidly gazed around him. The sun was relentless. It beat down on his bare body with intensity Read More
The climax of the book is a masterpiece. I have to say that it’s an entertaining, fascinating and
riveting read.
The book encourages you to delve within yourself and find your strengths and your plus points
When pink dawn breaks O’er the nigh mountains The denizens of the day stir, Come awake at the morrow’s helm. Shaking off the remnants of the night, Eos* languorously stretches Read More
Time of death 10:47 AM. “Dead! Me? No, no, doctor. You’re wrong. I’m still here, ALIVE!” Frantically I tugged at his arm. whoosh! My hand passed right through him. “What Read More
The book is an engaging, swift read that keeps you riveted till the end (when the mystery unfolds). I recommend this book to anyone who’s mind is titillated by mystery and intrigue. In fact, this book is quite the Bollywood Masala Movie type.
LONDON – 1917 Lord Augustus Davenport was a rather officious man. Portly at five feet six, he had a swallow complexion. His aquiline nose protruded haughtily from his jowled face, Read More
This year 15th August Heralds dual rapture We celebrate both rakhi and I day. It’s an Auspicious month For jubilations with Siblings and with our countrymen Combined. Both the Occasions Read More
Nestled between picturesque jade hills that cocoon a small harbour, the village of Portbal* on the Scottish coast, presents a sleepy countenance. Approachable by a slim road that hugs the Read More
My love, shroud your eyes and listen to the wind as it whistles in the silent woods at night. Hearken with an ear cocked to the rustle, the swish, the Read More
The world has two kinds of people – the readers and the non-readers. The readers are the ones who wait to sink their teeth into a new book (well, not Read More
Bombay hospital, offices of eminent Paediatrician Dr. Anil Dasaani… “Your son’s test reports are back. Everything is normal. His blood work is absolutely clear. Physiologically speaking, there is nothing wrong, Read More
As writers, the biggest challenge we face is to ascertain whom to write for. The world expects us to write something that would appeal to a reader. And, yes, it Read More
I opened my cupboard and a mound of clothes cascaded down like a waterfall. ‘Damn! I should have cleaned this out earlier as Mom said.’ Muttering, I fished in the Read More
One day she woke up, found herself bald Oh how she cried, she sobbed, she bawled Her lustrous tresses were gone, you know For a hair transplant, the doctor said Read More
I do not remember when I first started writing poetry. I do remember that I was quite young because my mother has shown me scraps of paper on which I Read More
I have always believed that reading a good book is like being in a relationship and that when the book ends, it leaves you feeling sad and a bit lost. Read More
