Book Review: Fear is the Key


TITLE: Fear is the Key
AUTHOR: Juggi Bhasin
PUBLISHER: Penguin Books
GENRE: Fiction ( Thriller, Suspense)
ISBN: 9780143440000



‘A bitter winter wind blowing outside spoke to me. There was no one else. And then it struck me. She might have truly disappeared! Sometimes, you get a sense of these things . . .’
It’s been one hell of a tough week at Yummimages, a digital infotainment site, with controversies seeping into the politicking within the office. To calm things down, Rahul, the founder, plans a party at his home. His goal is to set things right between his fiancée-to-be, Simone, and his business partner and close friend, Suhel. With the party in full swing it’s time for Rahul to have ‘the talk’, but suddenly Simone is nowhere to be found.
As all investigations come to naught, Rahul takes matters into his own hands and soon has a few suspects lined up. It’s just a matter of time before he knows the truth. But reality can be so twisted, so bizarre, so utterly unbelievable . . .
This book, by the creator of Agent Rana, will continue to give you chills long after you have read it.


Cleverly crafted, the book a suspense thriller takes the reader on a journey that’s sure to give one the goose bumps not because it is a murder mystery but because it has something that goes beyond the ordinary act of murder such as a slash with the knife or a bullet in the head. It is confusing and confounding. In fact it is a head- scratcher.

A few hairpin bends (twists and turns) up, one comes to a climax that’s sure to make you clap your forehead for……….it is……… I’ll leave it to you to read and analyse.

The language is simple, crisp and lucid making the read smooth- sailing. The pace is perfect and the style of narration is one best suited for a plot of this kind.

The characters are well- articulated and come across as normal human beings prone to virtues and vices. Be it the crafty Rahul with the face of a kitten and the mind of a crafty fox, the over-bearing ready to pounce lion akin Suhel, the proud as a peacock Simone or the greedy wolf of an Inspector Kripal, each one merges into the story with finesse and help take it forward without a hitch, without a bump.

In short, ‘Fear is the Key’ is sure to take the reader through a maze of alleys, alleys of glamour, glitz, deception, defeat and more…… It is a psychological thriller of sorts.


I received a copy from Writersmelonin exchange for an honest and unbiased review.’

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Cover Reveal – Corridors of Time by Vinay Krishnan


Corridors of Time tracks the story of a sensitive young man who grows from carefree childhood to eventful manhood – one who stumbles before learning to stride through those dark and dense passages.
Set in Bangalore – a city of paradoxes. of gardens and garbage heaps. of technology and traffic snarls. of friendly people and failing infrastructure. when bungalows had gardens and pavements were meant for pedestrians. this is a narrative of the human spirit.
Rohan, an idealistic young sports lover experiences rejection, dark dejection and isolation and hurtles down the path to self destruction.
Shyla, attractive and successful is everything his heart yearns for and his body desires, except, she is married!
Chandrika, simple and devoted fails to understand the man she loves.
The shuklas long for justice denied by the system.
And khalid fears nothing and no one …anymore.

About the Author:

Vinay Krishnan describes himself as a ‘complete Bangalorean’. A student of Clarence High School, he graduated in Humanities from St Joseph’s College. Earning a diploma in Business Administration, he began his career at Usha International Ltd and rose to a position of Senior Sales manager. Vinay has now set up a construction firm of his own. He also writes and devotes his time to an NGO assisting people with disability. The city of his dreams, Bangalore, where he stays with his wife and daughter, continues to inspire and exasperate him. He can be reached at –

Praises for the Book:

The book is simple in style and content, for often it is this simplicity that bewilders and rouses
~ Shri S . Rajendra Babu, Former Chief Justice of India

The book has excellent literary craftsmanship, passion humour and adventure. Highly recommended.
~ Mr. Namboodiri, former Asst. Editor, Deccan Herald

This charming book about old Bangalore is written in a racy easy-to-read style.
~ Deccan Herald, Bangalore.

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Spotlight: Sins of the Father by Sunanda J Chatterjee


Sins of The Father
Sunanda Chatterjee 

Police Officer Harrison McNamara grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. The former Wellington Estates heir has dedicated his life to taking criminals off the streets. But when he goes undercover to expose a blackmailing scheme, he meets a freelance model who may hold a key to his past.

For psychologist Laura Carson, freelancing as a model is the perfect bridge until she can set up her practice. But her modeling agency isn’t what she expected. Encountering the enigmatic undercover cop might be everything she’s ever wanted—and everything she must avoid.

As Laura and Harrison grow closer, their past threatens to destroy them. Trapped in an unending cycle of guilt and blame, can they find a way to bury the sins of the past for a future of redemption and love? 

Book 1 of the Wellington Estates Series, Sins of the Father is a stand-alone romantic saga.

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AT THE END of class, Laura Carson assigned the reading for her Child Psychology seminar, snatched her embroidered tote bag from the desk drawer, and waited for her students to leave the classroom. Some students hurried out, others sauntered in twos and threes, laughing over some inside joke and planning their lunch. Once everyone had left, Laura turned off the lights and hurried down the hallway. Her wristwatch read 12:05. If she grabbed a quick sandwich, she’d be on time for the photoshoot. Laura pushed open the exit door of the building as blinding light from the late California summer assaulted her eyes. She shoved her hand into her tote bag for her sunglasses and stepped into the sunny, brick-lined walkway. Students thronged the campus at lunchtime like a wolf-pack on a hunt. Just as she let the door close behind her, someone crashed into her. She winced in the bright sunlight and said, “Watch where you’re going, dude!” Clutching her shoulder, she stared in dismay at the contents of her bag now scattered on the ground. Great! Now she’d be late. She cursed under her breath. She looked up to glare at the clumsy clod who had bumped into her. But she stood transfixed, mesmerized by the hazel eyes of a man built like Hercules. Hazel with green speckles. In his button-down shirt tucked into pleated khakis, he didn’t look like he belonged on a college campus. This Adonis should be in Hollywood. He apologized and bent down to pick up her things. Their hands brushed, and a shiver ran down her spine as he glanced at her paper: Effects of Family Reputation on the Child’s Personality. She picked up her lipstick, mints, hand lotion, sunglasses, receipts for grocery and lunches, and the usual bric-a-brac she stuffed into her tote. Her wallet lay open, a business card peeking out. The man grabbed it and frowned as he stared at the card. “Hey!” She tried to snatch it from him, but he moved his hand away with the swiftness of a fox and held it just outside her reach. “Give me that.” Still kneeling on the walkway, he hesitated, and asked, “Do you work for them?” She looked at the business card for The Angels, the modeling agency where Laura was to have a photoshoot in twenty minutes. She’d modeled for a photography class as a fun project, and Professor Warren told her she had the face of an angel. He knew people at this agency, and if she was interested in making extra money, she should give them a call. “Do you?” asked the handsome hulk, staring at the appointment time she’d scrawled on the card. He didn’t exude curiosity. The way his eyebrows knitted together, it emanated disapproving hostility. Laura was annoyed at his intrusiveness. There was nothing wrong with trying to make a bit of extra cash. Her oncologist mother could well afford to pay for her education, but Laura knew the value of money. She’d worked on campus on minimum wage with non-existent tips all through college and graduate school. She had completed her supervised hours as a therapist, and her mentor had told her she was ready to start her own practice. All she had to do was find an office space. But she enjoyed teaching undergrads in the interim, trying to psychoanalyze them when they asked questions. And the longer she delayed her jump into the life of a therapist, the more her desperation for extra cash, especially now that her roommates were ready to abandon her to move onto bigger things. Besides, her soon-to-be-ex-roommate Elena worked for The Angels and had recommended the agency. The man was waiting for her answer. She held his gaze and said, “It’s none of your business.” Laura didn’t understand the emotion in his eyes. Concern? Worry? He said, “Um…” She looked at the enchanting frown lines on his forehead. “Yes?” The urge to run her hands through his hair mortified and surprised her, as if a magnetic pull drew her to him like a moth drawn to a flame. She grabbed the last credit card lying on the ground. He used her pen to write his phone number on the back of The Angels’ card and handed it back to her, their hands touching once again, as an electric current ran up her arm, jolting her with an unfamiliar sensation. She quirked an eyebrow, still kneeling. The bricks on the walkway dug painfully into her exposed knee, and she tucked her skirt under it. “Presumptuous, aren’t we?” He put the card from The Angels inside her wallet and returned it to her. She took it from him and stuffed the credit card she’d picked up. When she looked up at him, he extended his hand, a smile playing on his lips as if he was enjoying himself, and she was surprised at his sudden change from concern to mirth. Then he spoke in a resonant baritone. “Can I have my credit card back? Or are you planning to rob me blind?” Laura flushed and stared at her wallet in dismay. She had indeed picked up his credit card. Poisonous words from her childhood stormed through her mind, piercing her heart: You’re a thief like your father. Hands shaking, she returned the card and said, “I’m not a thief!” The face of her ex-boyfriend, George, flashed in front of her eyes. But this time she actually had picked up someone else’s credit card, albeit by mistake. George’s angry yells still rang in her ears. “You’re just like your father!” Although it had happened a year ago, the raw hurt was still fresh in her heart, like a slash from a six inch blade. Why had she been foolish enough to reveal her family secret? George had told her about his arrest for driving under the influence, and she’d told him about her father. After George broke up with her, she was determined never to confide in anyone, and had started a string of meaningless dates. “Hey!” said the man in front of her, bringing her back to the present. She looked at him, anger and confusion blinding her momentarily. “I was kidding,” he said with a grin as he pocketed his card. Then he stood up, towering over her. “Can you tell me the way to Freshman English?” The brilliance of the grin dazzled her as she threw her things back into her tote bag. Warmth flooded through her as the irritation washed away like dust from her unwashed windshield after a shower, her need to make a good impression on him, intense. Her head reeled as she straightened up. “New on campus? You look a bit old for Freshman English.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Looks can be deceptive. And some of us have to work.” She wondered what he meant. Had he worked before starting college? Or was working while in college? Intrigued, she smiled and led him a few feet away to the campus map displayed on an angled stone plaque upon which stood an abandoned coffee-cup. She tossed the cup into an overfilled trashcan beside it. “English Department holds all the freshman classes in Mudd Building.” She pointed to the star. “We’re here. You take Ackerman Way down to Bolden Plaza and turn right. You’ll see Mudd Building on the left. Ask someone once you get there.” “Thanks,” he said, and flashed her a smile that enlivened his face once more. She wanted to hand him the business card of The Angels for he could well be a model himself. In a moment, he would walk away and she’d never see him again. For some reason, the thought brought an ache to her heart. On a whim, she said, “I’m Laura Carson, by the way.” She hoped he’d take the hint and introduce himself; she had squandered the opportunity to see his name on the credit card. “Harrison McNamara.” He walked away from her as she watched his receding back, his muscular, lithe frame disappearing into the crowd of students down the walkway in the dappled shade of the jacaranda trees. He was gone, but he had left her his name, like the pleasant aftertaste of chocolate that lingers long after the ice cream is finished. Behind him, the outlines of the San Gabriel Mountains of Southern California rose tall and wide, their tops covered in clouds, promising delightful mystery, inviting her to ascend into the uncertainty. Stop behaving like a teenager, Laura. You’re a therapist! Still, a smile stole on her lips. Harrison McNamara was like no one she’d dated before. George had been much older than her, and she was drawn to his success. She cooked and cleaned for him and ran errands like a housemaid, staying over at his place more often than not. Her best friend and roommate, Juhi Raina, had told her she was being foolish over someone who didn’t value her as a person, as a professional. And she was right, for George had turned out to be a judgmental prick. The lingering scent of Harrison McNamara’s aftershave knotted her stomach, reminding her of her empty life. Of late, her dates were guys she picked up from a dating site, just for an evening of fun. They’d have drinks together, and depending on whether they were gentlemen, she’d bring them back home and go on a second date. But most of her relationships ended on her doorstep at the end of her first date, with or without a goodnight kiss like the period at the end of an uninspiring sentence. But Harrison was someone she wanted to get to know better. She touched her lips, letting her feverish mind imagine his mouth on hers, and a rush of adrenaline drowned her in foolish anticipation. Her reverie was broken by a flyer that flew right into her face. It was about Kara. A few days ago, the suicide of the co-ed had shrouded the campus in confusion and sorrow. Laura had been dismayed at the news. She remembered Kara from her Intro to Psychology class as a studious, pretty girl who kept to herself. But the resilient arrogance of youth sprung back from tragedy with unnerving rapidity; after just two days of mourning, the college moved on with classes, shows, and parties, and Laura had found herself getting ready for new hope and prospects. She pulled out her phone and called Juhi, who was busy with the opening of her boutique. Juhi had worked at an upscale boutique for a few years until she started designing dresses and evening gowns in the condo. She had recently found the guts to open her own shop. Laura was both proud and envious of her courage and wished some of it had rubbed off on her. Juhi said, “Just two weeks left, Laura. You’ll come to the opening, right?” Laura remembered a weekend back in middle school when she’d promised to visit Juhi, but forgot to call and cancel when Elena showed up at her door for a school project. The next day at school, Juhi threw haughty glances her way until lunchtime, and when Laura asked her what happened, Juhi said, “Laura, you are my only real friend. But I get it. You have many friends and have every right to see them. I’m trying to deal with it. Just, do me a favor. If you make plans with me, stick to them. Because when I make plans with you, I clear my whole calendar.” Laughing at the memory, Laura cupped her hand over the phone and said, “I’ve cleared my whole calendar.” “Good!” Laura grinned, as the comfort of years of friendship enveloped her in its warmth. She may not have a boyfriend, but she had a best friend. “I might even bring a date. Juhi, I think I met the one.” Juhi laughed. “Again? Where? Who is he?” “I bumped into him.” “Bumped into a guy and have an instant crush. Can it be more cliché? And where did this happen?” Laura laughed. “On Ackerman. He was on his way to class.” “You’re a Clinical Psychologist, Laura. Since when are you interested in college kids?” Laura sighed. “Since Harrison McNamara started Freshman English.”

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About the author

Sunanda J. Chatterjee writes romantic sagas and family dramas, with empowered heroines and noble heroes, and all manner of family relationships. She loves extraordinary love stories and heartwarming tales of duty and passion. Her themes include the immigrant experience, women’s issues, and medicine.
Her books have consistently been the Top 100 bestsellers on Amazon USA and Amazon India in Asian Literature, Indian Writing, and Asian Drama categories. Her short stories have appeared in anthologies, and 
She grew up in Bhilai, India and now lives in Arcadia, California with her husband and two wonderful children. When she is not by the microscope or creating imaginary worlds, she reads, sings, goes on long walks, and binge-watches old TV dramas.

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Book Review: A Home for Urvashi



TITLE: A Home for Urvashi
AUTHOR: Sanchali Bhattacharya
PUBLISHER: Harper Collins
ISBN: 978-9352773541
GENRE: Fiction (Fantasy)

Death separates Dulari from her beloved twin sister, Ujjwala. Forlorn, her spirit remains on Earth as a powerless but constant companion to Ujjwala. Like the apsara Urvashi, she has the power to travel between worlds but no family, no one to love. Dulari has a dream: she hopes to be reborn as Ujjwala’s daughter and find a home for herself. Twenty-nine years have gone by, but her dream remains unfulfilled. There is hope, though, for Ujjwala has a son and now longs for a daughter.

Then arrives a man from Ujjwala’s past. His presence upsets her life and sets into motion a series of events that threaten to destroy her completely. Only Dulari can save her sister, but to do that, she must relinquish her dream.

Sensitively written and evocative, A Home for Urvashi depicts the bond of sisterhood that goes beyond life and death.
Plot/ Storyline: Unique and fresh, the novel takes us on the wings of fantasy to a whole new world, the world of spirits, Satatma and Duratma. Narrated by Dulari the one who wilts even before she can bloom, the story takes us on a journey of the life of a spirit who expresses all those emotions that the living soul express. She laughs, she loves, she cries, she cares, she rebels, and she regrets. At times she feels a tinge of jealousy coursing through her invisible form. While she worries for her living twin and yearns to be with her, she cannot help but peep into her life. What she encounters there worries her no end. But then what can she a spirit, do? Does she sit back and see her twin suffer or does she find a way out to help her? ………..No spoilers here. So the only way out is to read ‘A Home for Urvashi.’ And when you read it you are sure to come across a number of hairpin bends (twists and turns) that make the journey not only interesting and thrilling, but tickle your senses and make you empathize with the unfortunate.

The book brings out sibling love at its best and also addresses certain social issues in subtle yet powerful strokes.

Characterization: The characters be they the protagonists or the supporting souls, are well articulated, thus making it easy for the reader to relate to them, their views, their actions and reactions. In fact one can easily don their shoes and live the story without feeling ill at ease/ appearing odd. Each one of them contributes to taking the story forward without a hitch, without a hurdle.

Language: Simple, crisp and lucid making the read easy, enjoyable and smooth. One can actually visualize the various places mentioned in the book.
A heart-warming read, ‘A Home for Urvashi’ is in fact a virtual tour of the world of spirits and that of the earthlings peppered with the elements of emotions, expectations, suspense and surprise in the right measure. So the book gets a 4 on a scale of 5 from me.

I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.’

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Children’s Book Review: Dance of the Wild



TITLE: Dance of the Wild
AUTHOR: Richa Jha
ILLUSTRATOR: Ruchi Mhasane
PUBLISHER: Pickle Yolk Books
ISBN: 978-9352792276
Done in subtle shades, the cover gives us an idea of what to expect within it.

The story of little Shilu a wild yet lovable little girl, and her desire to be free of that one thing that distinguishes her from the animals and birds she sees around her; clothes, ‘Dance of the Wild’ has nothing to do with wild animals. Instead it deals with the wild nature in each living soul, a nature which we human beings try to suppress as we grow in age, yet can’t help but smile when the little ones display the same. Down to earth and riveting, the book has enough in terms of content and illustrations to hold the attention of even a little toddler. Reading the book to my little grandson of less than two years was like taking him on a journey he himself lives each day. The little guy loves to shed off that extra burden and feel the elements of Nature caress his body with love. He could easily relate to the story because he himself experiences the joy of walking nude. Apart from that all the characters in the book are very much a part of his life. He has a ‘pirate’ constantly beckoning him to run out and play and with it. He is mesmerized with the birds that fritter from tree to tree in our courtyard, without a care. He has a grandma in me who ‘pesters’ him when he sheds off his clothes and runs about without a care and also has a mother with whom he can share a secret. It was a pleasure reading the book to him and listen to him yarn a story of his own, based on the illustrations given within the pages.

Though the Amazon site mentions the reading level as 6+ years, my very own experience is that even parents of toddlers can pick it up and enjoy the smile it brings to the little one’s face. The book definitely has the ability to nudge the creative side of the little ones to relate and yarn stories of their own around the illustrations that are simple yet relatable. The book will also interest and inspire the targeted group i.e. 6+ year ones, to enjoy the world of books and take to the habit of reading and writing.
Narrated in down to earth fashion, the story is enjoyable, relatable and thought -evoking. The sketches in subtle colours and simple strokes are easy on the eyes yet alluring.



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Book Review: The Woman Who Saw The Future



TITLE: The Woman Who Saw The Future
AUTHOR: Amit Sharma
PUBLISHER: Readomania
GENRE: Fiction ( Suspense)
ISBN: 9789385854552



Sapna Vaid has lived with a unique power for a decade; a power that turned her from a timid, wide-eyed, college-going girl into the most influential and powerful Goddess on Earth. Sapna can see the future and saves thousands of people around the world every year through her record-breaking, popular show ‘Lucky People’. The show had given Sapna’s life a meaning and gives her the courage to sleep every night, where death and blood await her in her dreams.

Even though the world is at her feet, the power costs Sapna her personal life. Thousands of prayers that come her way every year are her only solace, her only reason to live.

When a blinding hatred leads to a desperate act of revenge, a single misuse of her great power triggers a reversal of her fortunes. Now she must decide the path she has to take to preserve her unique gift and her fame, even if it turns her into a murderer on the brink of insanity.


Deviating from my normal pattern of review let me begin with what prompted me to take up the book. Was it the author, the blurb or something else?

Well frankly, the first thing I look into when I pick up a book to read is the genre and the blurb. I do of course browse the net to find out if there are any reviews online for the same. As far as writers I’ve read before are concerned, it’s generally the genre that matters. However, I took up ‘The Woman Who Saw The Future’ because it came from the ‘House of Readomania,’ and I must admit they did not disappoint me this time too. They once again proved that they are one of the best publishing houses in India. Their editing team is truly one of the best. Kudos to them. 👏

Now moving on….

The plot is unique; the storyline is gripping as well as intriguing and the narrative takes the story forward flawlessly. Who would think nightmares could mint money and skyrocket people to fame. Well, that’s exactly what the story puts forth. A harmless exercise with the aim of saving and providing succor to possible victims of accidents, calamities, etc., snowballs into a show of a magnitude that even the protagonist has not envisaged. With it comes fame and money. Revered by millions, she became a goddess of sorts in a short span. But……. was the fame, the money, the fan following worth the turmoil in her personal life ? To know that and a lot more, you will have to read the story of Sapna Vaid the woman who saw the future.

A story of nightmares, fame and following, ‘The Woman Who Saw The Future’ is also the story of innocence lost and failed relationships. It is the story of love, despair and much more. A package of emotions bundled together waiting for a release, the story is in short, all about human psychology.

Narrated from the point of view of multiple characters, the book helps us sum up each of the characters well, and makes it easy for us to relate to their thoughts and actions. In fact even those that don’t make an appearance to narrate their side of the story like Kabir, come live before our eyes making the characterization part of the book remarkable. Yes, if there is someone I would truly love to get to know more about, it is Vikrant Vaid i.e. Sapna Vaid’s brother.

The language is simple, crisp and free-flowing, and the pace is perfect. Never felt my interest waning. So, there was no question of a yawn escaping my mouth, or my brain making a wish for a break, even a wee-one.
An engaging read, one which can either make you sit up and think of the weird ways of destiny, or up the antennae of suspicion in you making you wonder where the story is leading to i.e. nudge the detective in you to unravel the mystery of Sapna Vaid, the book scores a 4 on a scale of 5.

I received a copy from Writersmelon in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.’

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Book Review: The Ghosts of Gurugram


TITLE: The Ghosts of Gurugram
AUTHOR: Debeshi Gooptu
GENRE: Fiction
FORMAT: Kindle Edition

When twenty-six-year-old Tara Chatterjee moves to Gurgaon to make a fresh start after a painful breakup, she finds herself in the middle of a peculiar situation. Her new home is inhabited by a ghost, a woman only she can see! Who is this woman and why does she keep appearing in front of Tara with her motley crew of friends? Will Tara be able to make sense of the chaos in her own life and unravel the secret of her haunted apartment?

Insightful and moving with flashes of wit, the story takes a look at the darker side of Gurgaon’s development and the growing menace of suicide and dowry-related deaths in the Millennium City.
PLOT/ STORYLINE: The blurb ignites a spark of interest that does not fizzle out as most cracker flower-pots do these days. Instead the spark takes on an interesting hue that if the author wanted, could give the reader goose bumps. But interestingly the spark instead of turning dark and ominous is …….. I’ll leave it for those interested in reading the book to read and discover what I mean. No spoilers here. 🙂

A thriller of sorts, the book has at its core a relevant yet disturbing malady, a sad psychological state and an attempt to understand the issues that drive people to their end.

As the blurb states, the book is insightful and emotional. It addresses a serious topic with a subtle approach.Peppered with a wee bit of wit and humor, the book makes one wonder where we as a human race are heading to with concrete pillars piling up around us, hills, mountains, rivers and jungles disappearing by the minute and the ugly monster named greed overpowering our good sense. We are knowingly or unknowingly caging ourselves, and slowly yet steadily inviting our doom.

The twists and turns though not many, are interesting. However, I must admit that the icing on the cake is definitely the last part of the ‘Epilogue.’ I did not see that coming.

Characterization: Perfect. The characters are well-developed, and one can in fact visualize each one of those appearing in the story and relate to their emotions with ease.

Language: Simple, crisp and lucid with no pebbles (typos) to take away the taste nor jargon to act as stumbling blocks. It is free flowing.
So as it is, the story made an interesting read, the characterization helped me live the life of the characters and understand their side of the story well, the language made it a smooth journey from the beginning till the end. But…….

Wondering what it is that still makes me hold back that one star that could give the book a 5 on a scale of 5?

The answer is: The storyline. It holds a lot of scope for further development. I felt that the plot though brilliant, has not been developed to its full potential. Reading it was like enjoying a truly sumptuous meal only to find that the dessert an integral part of the feast, is missing. So I am eagerly looking forward to a sequel of the book to take care of this grievance. 🙂


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Spotlight: Brahmahatya


Blog Tour by The Book Club of BRAHMAHATYA by Rajiv Mittal
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Blog Tour by The Book Club of BRAHMAHATYA by Rajiv Mittal

A story of revenge and redemption and deeds shaped by forces that humans believe they have defined through mythology and scriptures but still struggle to understand. 

A woman employee of a retirement home is shocked to discover that a new resident is in fact the son impersonating his father. The son is seeking revenge. She, by her past actions, is unwittingly complicit in his being there and now tries to thwart his peculiar plans. A senile woman-resident and an enigmatic founder offer him sage advice. The samudra manthan (a major episode in Hindu mythology), a slightly dim secretary and a sinister boss play their part in ensuring justice is finally served but in an unexpected manner. 

The novel quotes frequently from the ancient Hindu scriptures and stories that the protagonists use to justify their actions. The treatment of the elderly in society is a major theme. 

‘I found Rajiv’s novel completely charming. The story is always interesting and is funny and moving by turns. It has really original elements with its setting and his use of the Hindu stories. I think it is such a good novel and with such appealing characters. I loved it!’ – Rebecca Smith, author of ‘The Jane Austen Writers’ Club’.

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About the author

In Rajiv Mittal’s own words:

“I was born in Chennai, India in the early nineteen sixties. I am an alumnus of the Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad and a CPA from Australia. I now live in Melbourne after a stint of several years in the Middle East. 
Writing was a vague aspiration. It became reality thanks to a stranger who said I reminded him of the main character from Desiderata by Max Ehrmann. He quoted from it, ‘Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.’” 

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Book Review: Ramona by Manoj V Jain



TITLE: Ramona
AUTHOR: Manoj V Jain
PUBLISHER: Notion Press
GENRE: Fiction


Apt! Complements the book, which is a window to a woman’s mental turmoil on being ‘deserted’ by the man with whom she set out to weave dreams beautiful.


Sitting on an armchair near the window, Ramona-separated, mother of a son and a cookery teacher-muses on the events that have happened in her life in the recent past. A letter from her husband, not even nearly justifying his mysterious disappearance, shocks her and topples her world upside down. Bombarded by a thousand questions, accusations, a tumult of emotions and confusion, she begins to untie the knots one at a time with help from her family. But what she wasn’t able to do over months, a stranger does within a matter of minutes.


A sequel to ‘Balraj’ yet a stand-alone read, ‘Ramona’ can be categorized as a novella. A short read of around 100 pages, the book takes us on a ride through the life of the protagonist Ramona the ‘deserted’ wife of Balraj. Wading through a sea of emotions that range from denial to despair to anger to rebellion and finally a sense of calm, Ramona’s inner turmoil is nothing short of a ‘samudra manthan’(Churning of the ocean) of sorts. In the process she encountered the ‘Halahala’ (the poison) in the form of anger, the Ratnas( precious stones) that, took the form of the realization of the importance of her in-laws and the Amrita (sweet nectar) the calm that descended on her after going through the painful churning process- the climax.

A psychological read of sorts told in a simple, lucid and crisp language, the book is relatable and offers food for thought. We often tend to ignore our blessing and instead dwell on our woes without realizing that it is the blessings that drive us on, make life beautiful and fill it with sunshine.

A straightforward story, Ramona is also a grim reminder of the fact that often couples take their partner for granted only to drift apart. It is a reminder that even the ‘madly in love’ couple do fall out once they experience the grind of everyday life, unless they make it a point to find quality time for the other. Relationships don’t last merely on ‘love.’ To make them last a lifetime, one need to constantly work on them, feed and water them, tend to them with care and ensure that they remain fresh and charming. Neglect them, and they begin to wilt and slowly fade away into oblivion.


A short and breezy read with the power to make one think, the book scores a 4 on a scale of 5.

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Book Review: This Delicious Life



TITLE: This Delicious Life
AUTHOR: Lekshmi Gopinathan
FORMAT: Kindle Edition

Spluttering, simmering and steaming. A story that makes you hungry and feeds your soul. From Jaffna Crab Curry to Mor Kuzhambu, Spinach Casseroles and Tiramisu, nestled in the tiny fishing village of Iraalpatinam, comes a delicious and heartwarming tale of food, life and love. Meet the valiant lady sarpanch, the food blogger in search of peace, the able District Collector, a nomadic football coach and the beautiful fisher folks of this quaint village all bound together by their love for food. A yummy story of friendship, love and spices.

The Main Course
Heavenly! Correct ingredients measured out in the right quantity and blended perfectly in just 214 pages to serve the perfect feast for the bibliophile in me; ‘This Delicious Life’ took me through a range of emotions and left me wanting more.

Refreshing and unique, the story starts with food and ends with food and in between we get to meet a range of people each with a story, a sorrow of their own, determined to live life on their own terms and make the best of it. What happens when their paths cross? Discover in ‘This Delicious Life.’

Each chapter in the book introduces a dish, its ingredients and its preparation but what strikes one is the way the same is seamlessly stitched into a story with two women poles apart in nature at its core, and the people they live among / come into contact. So in effect you have a story a fiction and a dish a reality. Is this symbolic? To me, yes after all don’t the stories that we weave sprout from life’s experiences. Sugared with imagination and spiced with tit-bits of gossip, rumors and our own observations these experiences are then dished out as fiction; the better the cook, the tastier the dish i.e. fiction.

An ‘allspice,’ the story is seasoned with a few twists and turns and has a dash of suspense that’s sure to tickle the brain while trying to satiate your stomach for a good read.

The characters are well developed, relatable and contribute to the story in their own humble way without standing out as the odd one, one who may force a raised brow or invite a sneer. While Radhamma comes across as a simple, down to earth, committed and determined lady, Matilda is a wild yet lovable character someone opposite to Radhamma but with the ability to complement her. Vishal, Gerry and Venkat the sub characters, act as lubricants that ensure that the story moves forward smoothly without a hitch.

The language is simple, crisp and lucid and the pace is perfect.

Some truly wonderful quotes that left a lingering taste in the mouth :

“…..meditation is not sitting in a spot everyday and concentrating on a light in our head. It’s letting your senses feel every emotion, every instant, every moment in all their glory. Meditation is life, it’s not a compulsive routine.”

“…there is a lot of creativity, art and emotions behind every meal cooked. Cook like you would for the one you love the most and I believe it will taste better than the best.”

A tip that’s sure to spice up ‘The Delicious Life’ further?
Yes. Doing away with those typographical errors that stick out and taking a relook at the usage of ‘their’ at a few places.

A wholesome, mouth-watering meal dished out by a Super Chef, I’ll give the book 4 on a scale of 5.


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