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.
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.
December, 2019 – Present Day I held it in my hand, running my fingers over the frayed spine. Shabby with age, its leather spotted with wear, it was still a Read More
In a forgotten corner of Nani’s armoire, I found it, a weird looking contraption. I turned ‘it’ around in my hands. A bulky exterior, multicoloured buttons and an antenna sticking Read More
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 have they gone? The doorbell Read More
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 grandson. Maybe he left you Read More
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 me a note.Holding it, unopened, Read More
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 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.
ISTANBUL 2019 CE It was one of those days, languid and sultry. As the sun ascended, balminess increased. It settled like a humid cloak over the streets of Istanbul’s busiest Read More
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 aged folks. A pebble strewn Read More
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 tears glisten in theGolden beauty Read More
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.
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 my sweater, God damn it! Read More
‘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 the halls. There was life. Read More
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 sweet lime. Where are you? Read More
It’s another mundane day. Then, you chortle. Aha! You’re here. Oh, the day gets better. Your presence lifts the banality of the room, sprinkling happiness. Through the open window, the Read More
The quiet of the morning was broken by a ‘thud’ that echoed in the tranquil valley air like a gunshot. Then all was quiet again. It was 3 am. No Read More
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