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
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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
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
