Ghostly Tales from the Indian Hills by Ruskin Bond: Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Ruskin Bond | Genre: Horror, Indian Literature | Pages: 207 | Publisher: Speaking Tiger Vintage storyteller Ruskin Bond has created some unforgettable characters in his novels and stories, but perhaps the most memorable and unusual among them are the ghosts and spirits he has encountered. These ghosts are not always horrific; they are mysterious and often benevolent,…

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My First Attempt at NaNoWriMo

Hello, dear reader! How have you been? It’s been long we spoke. Tell me all of what’s happening with you. If not all, at least give me bits. What was October like? What did you do? Did you read much? How was Halloween? There is so much I want to know about you. Maybe, because…

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It’s a shame…

It’s a shame

that i want more of you

always more

so much more

like a hungry wolf

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Micropoetry#62

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Micropoetry#61

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Lover (The Art of Staying Lost Series): ARC Review by Asha Seth

Author: Sakshi Narula | Genre: Poetry | Pages: 125 A poem is a ray of hope, a friend who is as messed up as you but knows you better than the rest of the world. From the author of the celebrated poetry collection, Loveish comes this two book poetry series, The Art Of Staying Lost. Lover, the…

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The Silver Linings Playbook: Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Mathew Quick | Genre: Romance | Pages: 289 | Publisher: Sarah Crichton Books Meet Pat. Pat has a theory: his life is a movie produced by God. And his God-given mission is to become physically fit and emotionally literate, whereupon God will ensure a happy ending for him—the return of his estranged wife, Nikki. (It might not…

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Micropoetry#60

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4 am

you’re adrift barely breathing you’re sleeping but your ghosts are lurking although draped in slumber in your head you’re wide awake… For 4 am, is the hour to sire fresh dreams to leave behind all that couldn’t be… For 4 am, is a new bend those haunts need to rest the voices better wait they…

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What’s on my TBR for September 2020?

After a month-long hiatus, I have planned to be back on track with my reading. One good thing that happened amidst the avalanche of tragedies was that I received quite a few books on my birthday last month. MY TBR or to-be-read pile includes all these books and some more. Most of these books are…

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Books I Read in July

July, so far, was the only month this year that I met my reading goals. There were some really good titles I read and I know I am going back to them soon. There were some others that had room for more entertainment. But overall, a fantastic reading month. Yes! Usually, I try to read…

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When she’d kissed him, she had surprised herself. It had been such an impulse – the way she sometimes reached out to catch a stray leaf on the wind, or jumped a puddle on a rainy day – something done without thinking or resisting, something pointless and harmless. She had never done anything like that before and never would again, and looking back on it, she would forever be surprised at herself, and a little shocked. But at that moment she had known, with a certainty she would never feel about anything else in her life, that it was right, that she wanted this man in her life. Something inside her said, “he understands what it’s like to be different.”

Celeste NG

when I stopped waiting…

the skies turned purple to pink the lilies rushed from buds to blooms the pale winds gathered words whispered love in the ears of bereaving dawns everywhere was lively everything was gay when I stopped waiting new dreams found their way under my roof in its dark dark room and lit was the heart that…

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Close to Lost – A Memoir

The light’s a dim yellow. Just the way you liked. I leave it that way. Each night. For seven hundred and thirty one nights. Exactly two years. I stare at the ceiling, and then some at the walls. They stare back. Blank. They’re lost too. At times, they move. The window panes on the ceiling,…

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Micropoetry#58

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The cat had been thrown in the by-lane, and when Mir Nihal went out in the evening he saw that she was not dead after all. She had licked the water from the gutter and had come back to life. So does life inflict wounds on men, thought Mir Nihal, and looking grey for some time they become whole and hale again. Fate treats human beings with cruelty and is unconcerned. Death takes lives, parts lovers, bereaves mothers and children, husbands and wives, and , with callous indifference, goes about her ravagers with the hard-hearted grace of a fell beloved who prides herself on breaking both hearts and homes.

Ahmed Ali

Circe: Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Madeline Circe| Genre: Mythology | Pages: 393 The Blurb: In the house of Helios, god of the sun and mightiest of the Titans, a daughter is born. But Circe is a strange child—not powerful, like her father, nor viciously alluring like her mother. Turning to the world of mortals for companionship, she discovers that she…

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रंगी हूँ तुझ में…

जैसे है पीला सूरज का नीला आकाश का हरा बरसात का सफ़ेद सर्दी का जैसे है भूरा धरती का नारंगी शूर का लाल प्रेम का काला झूठ का वैसे ही रंगी हूँ तुझ में सदा के लिए तेरे बिना मेरी पहचान क्या? तुझसे जुदा मेरा अस्तित्व क्या? ~~~~~ आशा सेठ

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