‘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
Author: Sonal Singh
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
The First Step
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.
Waiting No 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.
Mbambe’s Quest
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