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Family : The Springboard



Down and out he returned home that day. Shattered by office intricacies that had wiped away all the credibility he’d built up over the last ten years, he went straight to his room and shut the door tight. Sunanda well aware of the pain he was going through left him to himself. Later that evening Rohan stepped out of his room a completely changed man. Clean shaven and refreshed he called out to her. Sunanda sat down beside him on the sofa and heard him out. Slowly pressing his hands she nodded her approval.

Time flew……. Rohan was back on his feet. The year gone by forgotten, he looked forward to that evening, an evening of triumph.

The hall resounded with accolades for the ‘Businessman of The Year’. Rohan stepped on the dais and with trembling hands accepted the award. Thanking the organizers and all those who’d believed in him, he had just this to say, “The world may reject you, but it’s your family that will stay with you in thick and thin. When the world believed I’d been shattered and drowned, my family pulled me out, and helped me walk again. This victory I owe to them.”

A tear rolled down Sunanda’s cheek. Sending a silent prayer to the Heavens above, she stepped out of the hall, a figure of pride, a figure overwhelmed with emotions…….


‘I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019’ @ Write Tribe and today’s prompt is a picture prompt given below

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TITLE: Of Rumours Lived And Told
AUTHOR: Andrea Correa
PUBLISHER: Platinum Press (An imprint of Leadstart Publishing Pvt. Ltd.)




After a lunch of succulent pork and chilled beer, Andrea, a literature student, settles down for a lazy Sunday afternoon chat with her uncle and aunt. Family reminiscences remind them of Akkai, a Roman Catholic nun and Andrea’s great-aunt, who died under mysterious circumstances. This gets Andrea thinking about the lives of the other nuns in the family – like bold and brassy, salsa-dancing great-aunt Deidre, who left the convent to be the Principal of a college; others soft and steely like Akkai and the don-like Stella Marie, a nursing superintendent. Andrea realizes these women have played a large part in the architecture of her childhood in the Mangalorean Catholic community of Bangalore.

As she talks to family members about the nun-aunts, Andrea unearths some peculiar and quirky aspects. Through whispered stories in the family, she comes to appreciate the porous convent walls the nun-aunts and the family navigate. However she also encounters unexpected reticence from some of the family, whose memories of the nun-aunts are somewhat differently textured.

This richly human memoir tells the story of how a young girl finds her way through a flood-tide of recollections and emotion to navigate the tricky shoals of family ties, in an effort to bring closure to the family past.


CONTENT : A memoir as the blurb states, the book deals with the author’s family especially the ones who take a vow to serve the Lord. It gives an insight into their lives as well as the mystery that shrouds the nunnery.

I took up the book after reading the blurb purely out of curiosity. However, once I started off I felt that there was a lot wanting. The way the memoir has been put together, leaves one confused at times. The flow is sadly missing. I personally felt that the book does not do justice to the intrigue that was built up by the blurb.

I felt that the memoir would have been an interesting one if efforts were made to bring in a little more clarity regarding the characters, their background, their life in and outside the nunnery. Also a little more finesse in the style of narration will make the book more interesting. A smooth transition of reminisces of events will help set the flow right.

LANGUAGE & PACE: The language is simple and crisp and the pace is fine.

EDITING: With a little more effort on the editing part, the book can be made more enjoyable. It can do justice to the blurb.



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Ann Lynn Correa a PhD scholar at the Department of Philosophy and Humanities, Manipal University, loves to pen her thoughts in the form of poems, short stories and memoir pieces. She hopes to capture in her stories the strife and confusion inherent in people’s lives. The themes she has focused on deal with the strange lives of Roman Catholic nuns in her family, the roots and effects of youthful bravado and angst, the crushing dawn of reason in young adulthood, and coming-of-age tales, precociousness in love and friendship, anxiety and ambition. The underbelly of cities fascinates her, as does the mundane middle-class penchant for drama, good marks, neighborly gossip, rumours and caricaturing the lives of smothered souls.

Ann was long-listed for the Toto Funds Arts, Creative Writing Award in 2015, for her short stories. Singing, painting and badminton remain her hobbies.



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TITLE: Song of a flying sparrow
AUTHOR: Rajeev Pundir
PUBLISHER: Authors’ Ink Publications
GENRE: Fiction




Song of a flying sparrow


Chiya is born and brought up in a wealthy business-class family. When her mom Rini, a highly ambitious woman, tries to fix her marriage with a millionaire divorcee, quite senior to her in age, she refuses categorically. As a result an ugly argument ensues between them. Chiya’s life turns upside down when Rini reveals an unpleasant secret pertaining to her life during the heat of the conflict.

Then she embarks on a mission-the sole aim of her life.

What was that secret and the mission thereupon?

To find, explore the novel-Song of A Flying Sparrow-a tale of emotions, love, betrayal, ambitions, greed, cynicism and twisted relations.


PLOT:- One with immense potential. It has all the elements of human emotion as mentioned in the blurb. There is nothing wrong in being ambitious as long as it does not affect relationships. The moment it does so lives of those around us are shattered and the most badly affected ones are the young ones.

Like I’ve mentioned earlier the plot has immense potential but I feel it has not been fully explored. There are twists, there are turns some predictable, some unpredictable.

CHARACTERIZATION:- The character of the protagonist and her mother Riya are well developed. However I feel the author has failed to explore the potential of the other characters especially that of Professor Sekhar. He could have contributed more to the story. The characterization of Chanda too failed to impress.

LANGUAGE:- Simple and easy to understand.

PACE:- Fine.

EDITING:- Needs to be tightened. Grammatical errors and wrong usages took away much of the sheen from the story. I’d recommend that the author go in for fresh editing before he brings out the next edition.


Overall a simple read, one you can finish in one go. I’ll give the book 3 on 5.




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An ayurvedic doctor by profession and an author by default Rajeev Pundir pens in both English and Hindi.

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I won a copy of this book in a contest organised by Authors’ Ink Publications. My views about the book are my unbiased opinion formed after carefully reading it and are in no way influenced by the author or the win.


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The treasure of life


Memories are treasures that we take out from the deep recesses of our mind once in a while, wipe, polish and then put back to take out some other time. Memories can be happy ones, sad ones, emotional, fleeting… However I personally prefer taking out the happy ones, the ones I can share and enjoy, ones that bring a smile to my lips and not a cry. Celebrating ‘The festival of words’ on Write Tribe’ here is mine inspired by the theme -‘Memories’

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The mirror looked at me and said
My! You have left your youth behind
You are not what you used to be
Bubbly as a child could be.

I looked at the mirror and said to it
I have left my youth sure behind
Not at heart or in mind
Just in looks that’s there for you to see

I am till day, young at heart and in mind
Living life as I enjoy
Worries and tensions are things of past
Today I am a carefree bird

The mirror asked me how it could be
Age was catching up on me
At fifty, how could I be young
It was time I came to terms with reality

I laughed at the mirror a carefree laugh
And told it I was still young at heart
The looks it saw was but a façade
The real I was in my mind and heart

I still have a treasure within
Something that keeps me young and fit
A treasure I guard with all my might
Something I take out once in a while

The treasure of memories of days gone by
I take out off and on at will
Polish and show and share with my kin
Laugh at things I did as a child

The treasure reminds me of wonderful days
Days I spent with my Dad great
It keeps memories of him alive
The love and care of a wonderful being

The treasure reminds me of the things I owe
To a woman small in height yet big at heart
A woman I can always turn to
A woman I do call my own- my mom

The treasure reminds me of my days as child
Days I spent with my sis bright
The fights, the pranks all are there for me to see
Remind me I was lucky to be me

The treasure reminds me of all those wonderful beings
Who entered my life as friends, philosophers, guides and colleagues
People who taught me life’s lessons each
Things that helped me make me, me

The treasure reminds me of a hand above
Reminds me that it was it that shaped my destiny
Lead me through thick and thin
And helped me lead a life worthwhile

The treasure reminds me of days I spent
Caring for my child along with my man
Enjoying each bit of parenting
Feeling lucky to have both him and her

The mirror looked at me and said
Sure I am wrong and you right, my friend
You opened my eyes to a world new
A world of memories that make you, you

You are young, I must say
The memories are there to stay
The body I see is just a myth
The soul in you is the real you

You are young and beautiful.


I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013 at
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The elixir of life

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great three: a,b,o.
rule over the human race
elixir of life.


on a full moon night
sounds of vampires sinister
million goose berries.

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sudden prick on skin
blood drawn, irritated skin
dark mosquito winged


rivers rule the earth
river of life rules mankind
rivers the rulers

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cousins meet cousins
long lost relations revive
tears and hugs galore


harsh, strong words uttered
heartbroken, devastated
lips quiver, eyes red.

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blood embraces blood
lips tremble, eyes shine, words fail
a hug speaks it all.


romance in the air
thick thorns sharp, ready to tear
blood oozing love wins.

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Inspired by the theme ‘Blood’ at

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