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 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 ...