The Micawber

she turned time to dust and with its immortal remains draped the unfair turns canopied the unkind curves time had strewn in her path and left her homeless, hopeless she was ready now to revel in time's wreck to rise from its hell ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Elephants in the Room: Book Review by Asha Seth

The review is also available on Goodreads. Author: Suraj Laxminarayanan| Genre: Crime Fiction | Pages: 600 | Buy now Outline: A gang of amateur hoodlums plan a bank robbery as an escape to their larger-than-life miseries. What they failed to plan however is - what if a seasoned gang walks in the same day for... Continue Reading →

The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared: An Excerpt

You might think he could have made up his mind earlier, and been man enough to tell others of his decision. But Allan Karlsson had never been given to pondering things too long. So the idea had barely taken hold in the old man’s head before he opened the window of his room on the... Continue Reading →

Anna Karenina: An Excerpt

A footman stood opening the carriage door. The hall porter stood holding open the great door of the house. Anna Arkadyevna, with her quick little hand, was unfastening the lace of her sleeve, caught in the hook of her fur cloak, and with bent head listening to the words Vronsky murmured as he escorted her... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: Writers write from empathy…

Happy Monday, once again, readers! What's up with you guys? How was the weekend? We have Diwali around the corner and as you do know, festive occasions are damn fun and mad, both; which is why this is going to be a quick post. I wish you and your family a prosperous Diwali. May your... Continue Reading →

Kohinoor: The History of the World’s Most Infamous Diamond: An Excerpt

On 16 May, after fifty-seven catastrophic days in Delhi, Nader Shah finally left the city, carrying with him the accumulated wealth of eight generations of imperial Mughal conquest. The greatest of all his winnings was the Peacock Throne, in which was still embedded both the Koh-i-Noor and the Timur Ruby. The loot was loaded on... Continue Reading →

Ham on Rye: An Excerpt

I read all the books by D. H. And they led to others. To H. D., the poetess. And Huxley, the youngest of the Huxleys, Lawrence’s friend. It all came rushing at me. One book led to the next. Dos Passos came along. Not too good, really, but good enough. His trilogy, about the U.S.A., took... Continue Reading →

For One More Day: Book Review by Asha Seth

The review is also available on Goodreads. The Blurb: Charley Benetto is a broken man, his life destroyed by alcohol and regret. He loses his job. He leaves his family. He hits rock bottom after discovering he won't be invited to his only daughter's wedding. And he decides to take his own life. Charley takes a... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: If a writer stops observing…

What exists if not our observation? Sometimes, mindful, but most times, just mindless observations. Tying our stories to the places we've been, the conversations we've eavesdropped on, the queer faces we've seen, the secrets we've stepped on. That's the birth-ground to our stories. Having a natural instinct to observe the tiniest happenings around you may... Continue Reading →

Eating Wasps: Book Review by Asha Seth

The review is also available on Goodreads. Author: Anita Nair| Genre: Fiction | Pages: 255 The Plot: In a small town by the river Nila, a thirty-five year old writer kills herself. No one knows why. Fifty-two years later, an antique cupboard in a private resort opens to reveal a frightened child. And the mystery... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: You should write because…

Happy Monday, readers. It is two months already that dad left me alone in the abyss of this world. It seems like years and at the same time no time at all. Funny how it feels! I am trying to drag myself up the lowest rungs of life right now. Writing is the rope I'm... Continue Reading →

Love among the Chickens: An Excerpt

The sight of the table, when at length we filed into the dining room, sent a chill through me. It was a meal for the very young or the very hungry. The uncompromising coldness and solidity of the viands was enough to appall a man conscious that his digestion needed humouring. A huge cheese faced... Continue Reading →

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