Love Trumps All: Book Review by Asha Seth

#MyThoughts: How far would you go following your dream? And would you retract after you've hit the pinnacle of success? Author: Sudarshan Mahabal| Genre: Fiction | Pages: 374 The Blurb: Anant Joshi, a dreamer who chases the American dream during Y2K rush and leapfrogs from a small Indian town to start-up innovative Silicon Valley venture.

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A Tale of the Withering Mind

On a solitary walk in the park, met this old man, panting after a long hard run. He was taking heavy laboured breaths that, being asthmatic myself, I was all too familiar with. I asked if he needed medical help; he made a sign of the thumb that indicated water. I didn't have any of... Continue Reading →

A Figment of Imagination

It should have been a perfect day. Only it wasn't. It should have been a romantic night. Only it wasn't. After all, all couples fight, isn't it? What's the big deal? So what, if it's an anniversary or a birthday or any damn effing day? Why should it be any different? One can start a... Continue Reading →

Mathilda – An Excerpt

When I had lived here some time other animals visited me and a fox came every day for a portion of food appropriated for him & would suffer me to pat his head. I had besides many books and a harp with which when despairing I could soothe my spirits, and raise myself to sympathy... Continue Reading →

An Inchoate Flame

For the first time today, I smiled at you. Well, it was first time in the history of me that I smiled at a stranger. Now that is a revelation one seldom gets to learn of me so you should be happy. But wait, you don't even have an inkling of what I am talking.... Continue Reading →

The Book of Lost Things: Book Review by Asha Seth

#MyThoughts: What does one choose when tough times call, family or one's own interest? Does this book answer why it's called 'The Book of Lost Things'? Is it worth one's time? Author: John Connolly| Genre: Children's, Adult Fiction, Coming-of-Age | Pages: 355 The Plot: 'The Book of Lost Things' by author John Connolly is about a... Continue Reading →

Demons in my Mind: Book Review by Asha Seth

#MyThoughts: Is the mind really responsible for all that one does? And how far can you go controlling your mind? 'Demons in my Mind' by Aashish Gupta has left me pondering with these thoughts. The Blurb: Are crimes and mental illness related? Is your mind under your control? Is your life an illusion created by... Continue Reading →

For the love of Short Stories!

Reading novels is an addiction. But reading short stories is an obsession! Knitted tightly in a handful of pages, they hold within themselves an inexplicable enigma of wonders; worlds that even mammoth novels fail to behold. The more short stories you devour, the more unceasing an appetite you develop. No? Is it just me? Stephen... Continue Reading →

Of Mice and Men – An Excerpt

Lennie came in through the door. He wore his blue denim coat over his shoulders like a cape, and he walked hunched way over. “Hi, Lennie,” said George. “How you like the pup now?” Lennie said breathlessly, “He’s brown an’ white jus’ like I wanted.” He went directly to his bunk and lay down and... Continue Reading →

‘Twas Christmas…

‘Kiss it goodbye,’ mum says. 'You're unbelievable,' I fume. She knows me. I love wallowing in my sorrows. I embrace them tighter than my skin clings to my body. I just cannot forget. And how do you forgive someone who wronged you? When they hurt you intentionally? Mum? She is brilliant at it. Always swearing... Continue Reading →

The Sensualist: Book Review by Asha Seth

I am ardent admirer of Ruskin Bond and try to read anything and everything he's written. This book was a welcome change from the customary Bond fiction. With The Sensualist, Ruskin Bond has ventured away from his stylist fiction that has won him tonnes of admirers and followers. Naturally, therefore, 'The Sensualist' caused quite some... Continue Reading →

Delhi is not far – An Excerpt

In Pipalnagar there is not exactly despair, but resignation, an indifference to both living and dying. The town is almost truly reflected in the Pipalnagar Home, where in an open courtyard surrounded by mud walls a score of mental patients wander about, listless and bored. A man jabbers excitedly, but most of the inmates are... Continue Reading →

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