It can best be described in my opinion as Wikipedia with emotions on Kolkata. Anyone vising Kolkata should read this book.
Author: Shweta Singh
Shweta Singh is a home maker and mother of on-the-verge-of-being-teenager twins. She is passionate about books and food – both interests inherited from her father – and loves to write and travel at every opportunity. A closet writer, who after encouragement from friends and family has embarked on the journey of self-discovery.
Tanaji & The Treasure Trail
All in all, a very enjoyable read, peppered with humour, bravery, pride in our heritage and the immense courage of the Maratha warriors. I think the author has nicely lined up the end for another book.
Yama’s Downtime
Not many immortals dared do that, but Yama, the God of Death at the moment was filled to the brim. It was not like somebody
The Bridal Rat-Race
She wanted this dinner to work. Dear lord! Not because she wanted to marry, but because she desperately wanted to get out of this rat
Bollywood Ki Jai Ho
‘Highway Queen’ was a roaring success. Madhuleela’s classic beauty was perfectly complemented by the gorgeous palace and its gardens where the movie was shot. Not
Shake It Up
Her lips quivered. She was having a hard time controlling the laughter that threatened to burst forth. She wanted to dance in glee, right there
Not Just a Rock
At the edge of the glade where the bumbling brook flows, under the massive beech tree, you will find me resting. Yes, that’s what I
The Last Entry
I am a writer, or atleast I think I am. Anyway, this time my conundrum is – the deadline is fast approaching and my characters
Burning Summer
There’s a summer burning in my heart blazing through my bountiful lands despair and hate churning each a dart thrown from their ruthless hands A
The Price Paid
Orissa, 1967 She could feel their presence. They were all around her, hovering, within reach yet seemingly far. She squeezed her eyes shut. They were
What is Love?
Calcutta, 1941 ‘You have to help me,’ pleads Manoj, ‘Come on Amar, you’re my best friend.’ ‘No, I’ll not help you.’ ‘It’s just an address.’
At the Threshold
I perch on the Elm tree and wait for her, Every morn she sits at the threshold One leg inside the house, the other outside
From ‘Once Upon’ to ‘Modern Female’
Once upon a time lived a witchy-witch. And, like any other witch, she too, every now and then needed playmates. But the good Lord did
Single Line Conversations
I feel I am, no less than a brave soldier Stoic and honorable in discharging my duty I live in a battle field, day in
Perfect Day
It was a perfect day to be out on the lake. The grey-white clouds pranced on the blue canvas. A mellow yellow sun gayly played
Lost Forever
Why Oh! Why, do you make me cry Hold on to you, all tricks, didn’t I try? I nurture you, your wishes I comply In
Malhaar : When it pours, soak yourself in poetry
The entire book is done in black and white. The illustrations, by Ashween Kaur, too are minimalistic adding to the bleakness and simplicity of the poems. The clean lines add value to the written words.
First Book: Practical Tips from Best-Selling Authors on Writing Your First Book
The book is a veritable treasure of tips and good practices. That’s the USP of this book. It is not preachy, rather each chapter is introduced in one or two paragraphs and is followed by quotes from famous and published authors, related to the chapter.
Salt River
Oh! Winter, weave your magicRun your fingers up my skinFreeze me!Let the tear not dropA crystal on my cheekNor let the heart beatLet me not