Arundhati Roy’s First and till date, the only novel- ‘God of Small Things’ created quite a stir in 1997 by winning Booker Prize. In my earlier years, I have always yearned to read this novel, partly because of the buzz it created and hugely because the title attracted me. A […]
Swami and Friends is the first novel written by R.K. Narayan, the classic Indian English writer. The novel is set in pre-independence era and revolves around a ten year old kid, Swaminathan, living in Malgudi. This is the first novel in the trilogy of novels written by Narayan, the next […]
“Red, Pink, Black, Green, Yellow, Peach”. “No, not peach, its fuschia.” “What? Come again, Fu…fu…uuschhiaa, What’s that?” “Its the colour of Delhi, my dear, at this time of winter. Can’t you see flowers blooming, with enchanting aroma around you, lending an ever sweet flavour to the hair raising cold..” “But, […]
This is the first time, I have read a novel based on a film. Usually, it is the other way round ; Books inspire Film makers to make movies, following their creativity, adding much needed spices to transform a good written story into a commercially viable cinematic experience. But, I […]
Eleven Minutes struck me as a title and the excitement increased manifold when I noticed the author’s name – Paulo Coelho. I had heard this name many times before, but never had the opportunity to read his books, so I picked it up instantly. The author’s preface made it clear […]
An unobstructed river has two options- to maintain her carefree flow, act benevolently for those on her banks and then merge happily with ocean, losing her identity, becoming one with sea, exchanging its sweetness for the salty existence of the ocean. Or, to be divided into numerous channels, some of […]
A squirrel came into the house I mistook her as a mouse. But a mouse would not venture in day And, her long tail gave her away. She was running at frantic speed I was afraid to eat or sleep. She wagged her tail & chirped aloud Making all kinds […]
I have a book in my hand But dont seem to comprehend. So, I look out of window And discover grass and meadow. They are not supposed to be here It is summer, how they dare. They grow so profusely Standing against all odds Have they forgotten The law of […]
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