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  Everything I Never Told You                        -By Ajay Pandey Everything I Never Told You is a novel tracing the whole journey of Roshan convincing  his son to support him to marry Soha, after his wife, Manisha died due to cancer . The major reason of his denial is his thought that Soha, who is a leading Gynecologist was waiting for his mother to die to marry his father. Roshan and Soha had been friends since the early childhood and had fallen in love eventually. Yet, the reason they couldn't marry , was the differences in their religion. Roshan first had to talk to Soha's father and 18 years later , to his own son. With no choice left, Roshan decided to marry Manisha, who was his parents' choice yet Soha didn't marry anyone. Alisha, who is Manisha's sister thinks that the reason of Soha not marrying is in her intentions of acclaiming the land of Roshan ( and Anuj, Roshan and Manisha's  almost-18-year old ...

  When Love Came Calling                     - by Preeti Shenoy Sometimes, you have to travel far to find your true self.  ( from google images) The novel starts with Arush leaving UK for a 12 week college-project , to India and stays at Ashwaty Bhawan and then later, at  Dutch Palace , at Jew Town ( Kochi). At Ashwaty Bhawan, he meets Puja, the female protagonist of the story, who is a hopeless case, according to her family.  They met , they talked, and eventually over time and over frequent interactions come closer. Just as the story was paced up , Puja gets trapped into a case,  a false accusation against her and is force to move out of Ashwaty Bhawan. Arush and Puja tries their best not to lose contact but then, destiny has its own plans, isn't it ?.  The contact was lost, and further events leading to Arush travellibg back to UK, feeling  abashed by sudden loss of connection and making himself cont...

 It's Bright Blue now. It turned darker. It's almost Grey . It's turning dark, intense. It gets darker with every passing minute. It's pitch black now. He kept staring out of the window. The sound of jostling leaves has subsided. Things seemed static now but that left no stone unturned to arouse the directionless dynamic wandering of his mind in all possible directions. There hasn't been a single knock at the since since his brother left, which  happened hours ago. Not willing to be patient anymore, he grabbed his jacket from the table which was present between him and the window he kept his constant gaze at. He walked towards the door , opened it walked past it and swung it shut so strongly , that the loud thud came put to be unexpected for him too. He kept walking, increasing his pace on the path with led him to a directionless and undestinied journey. Nevertheless less he kept walking and got out of the sight. Wait, Whose Sight did he get out from..

 400 Days by Chetan Bhagat is a child-abduction mystry solving novel tracing the events from Little Siya getting Abducted from her grandparents home and finally being found on the 400th day. Hence, the Title. It is the Third Case solved by Keshav Rajpurohit, including  the one in The Girl in Room 105 and One Arranged Murder. The whole series is interesting and hooking yet abiding by the simplicity of language and understanding.  The main characters of the novel are Keshav Rajpurohit and Saurabh, the two detectives, Alia Arora , the mother of the Abducted kid Siya Arora, Manish Arora( Siya's father) . Rest of the characters includes the members of Join Family of Aroras, parents of Keshav and the suspects and Definately, Pandit Shastriji.                        ( from google images ) The story travels back and forth in time reveals necessary incidents which could help Keshav and Saurabh to proceed with the investig...

 CAN'T QUARANTINE OUR LOVE           _ By Sudeep Nagarkar Can't quarantine Our Love is a sweet and emotional novel which  traces the budding of love between Avni and Sidhart, the two main protagonists of the story. The story happens to take place in the 4 year of Engineering college which they attend. Well,  the whole thing wasnt easy and it is never that easy to accomplish all the dreams , be it in the professional life or personal life. Nevertheless, both Avni and Sidharth leave no stone unturned to support each other in the time of need.  The novel had been penned down by Sudeep Nagarkar and this gives the novel the Indian touch which, I personally connect very well to. There are always little lifestyle things we find ourselves familiar with and that makes me more glued to the story. I mean it isn't fun unless you have to sneak out from the whole world to accomplish your little celebration mission. Talking about the characters,  ...

 I want my Castle to be Strong and High, On the moonless , puffy textured sky. Let this, in solitude, be expressive to shine  And make the moment Worthy and divine. Like everyone,  I had this quest of having a unique identity to be recognized with. I  wanted a Castel to be the ruler of.  How to do make that happen? All I knew was I won't be "Gifted" with it ,nor it was going to be as easy as walking down a already laid Red-carpet pathway to take you to Get-what-you -want. I walked into the jungle. Yep, that was hard with the sky Grey and uninviting into the night of hardships. It's not the corporate ladder but yeah A jungle ( I did read this concept in a book) . The building of a Castel would start with a single brick yet, with a Strong Foundation. It won't be noticed by anyone initially, I knew , as it was hidden under the trees of the jungle.  The leaves spread  on the top of the tress and the surrounding will protect it at its initial stage. No busy...

 There are butterflies in my stomach and things have gone terribly wrong and all I could have done at this moment was to  pretend as if I was the coolest and calmest person ( externally)  in the surrounding  amd fight my feelings and urges and thoughts  and sought a solution internally. I took a few deep breaths and tried to shift my focus on the book screaming in front of me to catch my attention ( well, I should have been doing that and catching and literally helping downtown he book content, but nevermind. Let's move on). I kept following the words blindly, without giving a second thought to the important concerns it wanted to convey and I found my brain replaying the past day events involuntarily and perfectly chronologically. How to get out of the situation? What have you or someone else would have done? Can I ask someone ?  Had the whole thing be the part of a thriller novel, I might have skipped the intervening parts and read at my best pace to know ...

 With the sun ablazing in the sky as high as it can get, my cat was purring in his careless sleep,with his tail hanging down from the  wooden on which he slept. Yeah, it's the chair I was supposed to be sitting but  nevermind.  The room was nothing, but a mess." The room robbed by a Buggler would cleaner than the sight that laid before my eyes." I thought..  I picked up my hat ( I didn't have to search long for it, it was right before my eyes and so was everything else )😉. I yelled good-bye to my flat-mate and left .  I prefer walking and the fact fact my destination my wasn't far enough from my place, I thought the starts are in my favor ( they were !, at the time  we got thus place to reside in).  The whole scene to accomplish was within my physiological capacities.Want another reason to convince you  ?. Well,  walking gives time to self . It's more peace ful that riding a bicycle ( that depends on  your preference) , or getting ...

 Overshadowed by yesterday, I wish to see a new Sunrise. Even though the night glows gold Given the entropy of Fireflies. Nope, we are not alone, It's divine having a hand to hold. Giving courage to Rise and fall again, Before seeing the dream unfold. Thank you.

 Pearls of memories in the String of Life As I envision my childhood, I am taken away with the sense of nostalgia about all the little things we used to do then, which eventually got left behind to crawl the path of Adulthood. We forgot laughing our hearts out, giggling at the slightest of unprofessional thoughts, crying at the times we felt hurt the most. Instead, in an attempt to reflect maturity, we kept our real emptions far at the bay, living in a nutshell and celebrating fake ascend to corporate mountain. As a child, I have learnt to let my fingers dance at the keys of piano and find their own rhythm, without the need of my eyes needing to keep an eye on them. As a child, I have learnt to face a football match held at interschool level for the 3rd time even after losing twice. The first time we lost, it was awful, given that I was the goal-keeper and a member of my team got confused in the middle of the game about the direction to kick the ball and it took me time to realise ...

 I found myself more calm and composed and my grip on the handle of the scooty felts tighter, as if my palm was promising never to leave the grip, what-so-ever happen. It was the first time I was driving for not-so-urgent reason and with no fixed destination in my mind. Yet I and my friend, whose  eyes were focused on the Google maps on the phone screen, were set off to explore the unecplred part of the city and if fortune favors,  a better part of our unexplored selves.  "You need to take the next left and trade the way that takes runs up the flyover " she spoke and  by judging the intensity of her voice and tone, it wasn't difficult to make out that her eyes were glued to the map. I nodded in acknowledgement and followed her orders. I complied and soon we were ascending up the flyover Bridge with a moderate pace.  The sun started for its target to faint, leaving behind a grayish blue sky with traces of light clouds floating above. We reached the top of th...

 It's dark all around and I keep ok walking. I know how to do it, or rather , I have learnt thus skill over time. .I hated to be alone not because I can't walk with no one beside me, but instead, I loved the company of people who resonate with who I am. I believe that if we change the people around us, for the time being  it could change the way we feel and think ( okay, it might be wrong,  but till things are positive, all is well). As time passes by, majority of us realise that it's RARE to find people who resonate effortlessly with us. Okay , no regrets  !.. I have began to love solitude and lose my self in its peace and nothingness. Why do we Always have to be a part of Something !.  I walk on, embracing every imperfection and insecurity and yet, I feel super proud of everything I am and everything I am not. I desire to live a life with human genuineness and I loath the idea of giving up under materialistic greed. At times, the calm and cool breeze of the ni...

 Written by Haruki Murakami,  the Strange Library is a Short and a Sweet read with a pinch of horror- thriller thoughts with a person of absurd goal !   The other world  the captivating feature of Murakami books also have a mention in this story.  Want another reason to pick up this one ? It had for some beautiful illustrations too. The book unravels the story of a young boy , who upon his visit to the library gets stuck for somebody else's plan , like a  worm🪱 for a fish.  The escape is a hard one to accomplish. There is another man, The Sheep Man, as the boy calls him who is stuck with the fear to consequences upon his escape and hence abides by the words of The Old Man, the master mind of whole scrutiny. The only thing which I want to mention is that, the girl in the story could have been describes as something more than a Pretty Girl. Otherwise, the story was a fun and engaging read.the end was unexpected and that's what Thrills ! .. Thank yo...

 continued from  Part I “What place is it. Why do you want me to leave? And, sweetie, why are you sad?” He dabbed his eyes in mine, his look strong enough to startle me and his expressions very mature for his age.   “There is a war going on and we all are going to die.” War? Seriously. I can’t see anyone fighting. There is no bombarding. No loud cries and howls or struggle against anything. Things look peaceful.   “We all have been given a drug which we didn’t realise while we ingested it. We couldn’t be saved now. I know you are from the history. You won’t understand.” I kept staring him, waiting for him to go on. Things were unbelievable yet I was speechless considering his expressions. What does he mean when he said I am from history? When we all are born, there are some modifications are done into our genes to gives us superpowers. Superpower, if I consider you. Its very normal for us. This was a bliss. People were happy with their powers but one day,...

I lay awake in the patch of shadows and moonlight peeking in though my semi-open window, waiting for my parents to come back home. They left for respective meetings and in spite of knowing the fact that they won’t me back home soon, my heart lure to feel their presence and my eyes moistens, making my vision blur. It’s not the first time, nor the last.  It would be my future as it was my past. Thoughts in my mind were racing, disappearing faster than I could have comprehend them. I raised up from the bed and without turning the lights on, I walked towards the door with my intentions clear to me. I didn’t pull out a jacket but it was expected to be cool outside.  “You should protect yourself from getting swayed with your unwitty impulsive mind. It won’t take time for cool things to become cold for you.”  These would have been the words of my mom had she been here but, anyways. She has always been great in playing with words, creating their maze around me. It was the...

  I fade in and out of my thoughts. I oscillate between the thoughts snatching my attention and later, liberating me to drift back to the soothing sleep which says that nothing else matters. My thought leaves my side when my sleep drifts me away with it and I come back to my never-ceasing-to-think brain with another dream. Everyone else in the home is asleep in their own imaginatory world that belongs just, just to them. As I open my eyes, nothing is visible to me. Darkness engulfs everything. No even ones shadow is spared from it. I open the window a bit more, to let in the moonlight shining and dancing outside. It enlightens the room a bit but not all the nook and corners of it. Stepping out from the bed, I turned on a little torch and searched for mirrors (I couldn’t turn on the lights as I don’t want to break the spell casted in the moment by the night).Now, by placing the mirrors the way I want them to be , I could direct the moonlight to the place I want it to glimmer arounds...

Living in a bubble, does it sound like a segment from a fairy tale? I do. I live in a bubble which is walled by my people, my responsibilities, both personal and professional, and till some extent, my hobbies, the things I love to do and pour out my heart on them. I have the same routine to be repeated every day. Wake, attend classes, do homework if any, and study as much as you can (well, I do it at my own pace). The activities are either driven by force or will, and we do it. As every night, I climbed up the stairs of my home to reach up at the terrace and have a few minutes (which unintentionally get stretched to about 30 mins) to myself and just enjoy the scene of being present in the world. I look up at the moon and the stars. The dark sky with some clouds giving it whitish-grey shade yet at other times, making the sky grow darker by their presence! That’s weird, isn’t it? I talk to myself about what happened and what needs to prepared for the next time. That’s my time, to t...

  I have got 6 hours before getting off for another city, the task that dragged me out of   my bed this morning, got me ready before stars could have hidden and I had to see the lazy cat stretching themselves after looking at me as if I have disturbed them at their odd hours. I got on the bus from where I live and reached here, town XYZ and after 6 hours I would be leaving for the town ABC as that’s the place I actually need to be at for getting the work done. I got out of the bus on I was boarding and knowing that these are the only few hours I have to look around the place and get some rest and take out the time out from overwhelmingly fast life and to get slow, I first wanted to go grab something for my growling appetite. I entered a narrow street having boards in which the directions of a café were given. I followed the direction and looking at the same logo ahead of me, I entered even narrower, kind of dark corridor which led to stairs having faint yet beautiful lights,...

  My brain now feels like an unstoppable tornado with thoughts swirling in and out about some of the past days’ events. I am unable to reduce the pace it has picked up. The past week was eventful, indeed yet the conversation I had with one of my friends have dominated my thoughts. I feel tired and I mentally note to prepare a coffee as nearly slouch on my chair. It’s a beautiful evening, well to be precise, 4:30 pm on the clock and I have just got free from the mess created by a new job, a new area to live in, a new bunch of people ad new set of responsibility. Till now, I didn’t have to struggle much for whatever I wanted . When it comes to happiness, I have always found myself at the receiving end but now ,with no one close available to me , I guess I need to be at the provider end of happiness first for myself and later for others too. I am hungry, I could hear my stomach growling. Well, it’s too late to call my meal a Lunch and its way too early for it to be called a dinn...

  First Hang-out with Friends. Click. Got an Award. Click. Had once in a life time makeup. Click. Met a long-gone friend. Click. Lost a game. Click. Went on trip with friends. Click. Click. Click.   So many pictures!? I plan to get all the pictures as hard copy and tie them all into strings and only after making sure that each and every detail is well illuminated by the little lights I would be placing at their top, the string of captured memories would have its place across the room's walls.   "I have captured memories of the best times with my best people around" i thought going through each picture over and over again and never ceasing to drown in the feeling of nostalgia and not losing my spirit, I added  "and would continue to do so in the upcoming years."   Its the first time I have moved out to live on my own and not being sure about the other two rooms of the apartment, I, at least, want this room to be the Room of my  Thou...

The girl, whose room  I am a part of, is very careless regarding me. She never cleans me up. I am dusted almost every other day but thanks to her mother, she  cleans the  room everyday and to me too , since I am a part of it. The girl,   acts like she is playing guitar in front of me, one of the string of the guitar has been broken still, she skips it and continues with the other left out strings. Oh man, she doesn’t know to make good music . I hope she learns it as soon as possible. Yet , I have been part of her various first time things, like the first time she got the bang hair-cut ( I guess that’s what we call it ), she exclaimed as she saw herself In me, “hey I can’t recognize myself.” She has cried in front of me at various time, I consider some of them to be normal mood swings-hormones wins kind of situations,   but the things do get   serious at some points of time.   She cried when she had   fights with her friends, and she cried wh...

Expelled     - James Patterson ( Author) Being expelled gives us a bad feeling, specially to the ones who are not guilty and the very tag of being expelled could be dangerous for their undetermined future. Theo ( Thoedore Foster ) feels the same when someone posts an offensive image from his secret twitter account and gets him ( and others too ) expelled at the very end of session so that they are even deprived of giving in the final exams and have to attended their junior year again.   It is the story of a bunch of teenagers ,tagged delinquents for the actions that they claim they didn’t do. The story starts with an approach that the kids got expelled for the offensive fun they did but going through the course of time, the story ends at a very serious note with many deep secrets hidden by the higher authorities.          Seeing their dreams getting crushed due to a false accusation, Theo took the responsibility to hunt the truth and bring it in f...

 I lay strewn on the wooden floor with my hands busy holding a book and my mind trying to contemplate the given words. Next to me awaits a cup of coffee brewing its steam to fill the surrounding area with its awakening aroma ( well, its not strong enough to fill the whole room with aroma!!).The combination of  coffee with your favorite genre of books feels divine. I continued reading , realizing that its gong to be the last paragraph of the book and it would cease to engage me. Closing the book, I  decided to head to the library  ( which was recently established and its the first time i would be visiting it) and to scout down new companions and begin with a new story, a new perspective .The time interval between 2 books always has soothing effect on me . Its the time i feel satisfied with the way my life had been moving. It's peaceful to see a story end and have the enthusiasm to begin again, for a newer story. Standing up, I tightened my pony , picked up the little ...

 The whole week was a struggle to make through. I have been waiting for the Friday evening since the last Sunday night as Saturdays are half day for us and it is easier to make through these half days , with different sense of energy, not only in students but in teachers as well, and the reward we get after this is a good and most peaceful Saturday evening and whole of the Sunday which we wish, could stretch for a life time ( but being realistic, i admit its never happening that way) . Since not even 3 complete months have been passed after since our year one at college has began, the hostilities miss their homes a lot and it is the Saturday which brings them the courage to bear up whole week  and at the end head to home and meet their family and acquaintances. I am stumbling on a path which is very new for me.I try, I fail ( more often than not), I feel disheartened, I linger on the thing for a while and then, eventually, I move on. It is super new to me to observe people so ...