“There are thing I miss, but, if I didn’t have you I will miss more”

Imagine you are sitting at the only cafe standing between the end of the universe and the continuous flow of time, and the most beautiful person you have ever seen approaches you. The person bends to his knees and asks you for a dance and you agree because you need someone to hold onto you. As the song plays into some strange rhythm and some blues band bleeds to jazz, this person presses his mouth to your ear and whispers that he is an assassin there to kill you. There you stand, at the end of the universe fighting between the tugging in your heart which wishes for a kiss and the sharp pain of every heartbreak all at once. It culminates in a tango, and you wish that his hold would never lessen or that you would never have to let him go. So, when he plants the knife on your back, you smile. You knew that he could have used a gun, but, the knife becomes your shared token of love, personally embedded in your heart. 



There are so many ways to tell a story. Some would go ahead and write it through letters, some would choose to use scenes and scenes, some would showcase a man’s face in a sea of betrayal; and be done with it. Yet, rarely do we see innovation in this segment. So, an author telling a story through entries in a dictionary is an interesting prospect. Interesting enough to entice one to sit down and read through the book at one go. To be very frank the idea is ingenious, In love even strange words become personal and this book is one such journey for the reader.

The book is pacy, and when you begin you might very well find yourself in the 50th page drenched in tears. It is personal as you start imagining the shades of the bodies of the main characters with every page you read. By the time you reach mid-way you are thinking in words and not in terms of story. You breathe and notice that you have left significant stories behind and now, you know the characters. It is like a sense of running through the rain when you suddenly are alone in the street realizing that you have left so many people behind. The author enchants with prose that is compelling and powerful. 

This is a book that can be read 100s of times before you throw it out. Maybe, because of how it is told. Before long, you may find yourself using it as a book of quotes and then as a definition of love itself. Yet, it will break your heart. The whites in the pages glaring at you and mocking you for having finished it too early, you would yearn for another resolution and you will start over again. This is the reason why this book performs so well. It speaks in silences and not through words and the scenes followed by that white page leaves you time to contemplate on what you have read.

About the piece I wrote above before starting the review. Seldom have I met a book which would leave such an effect on me and forced me to write. I would repeat, the silences in this book will affect you deeply and cut through you till you bleed words.

Does it have faults? Yes, it does. However, when one writes a prose in such a beautiful way and wraps it in a genius progressive narrative, you might overlook them. Some words do seem to be added just for filling out blank space (“Better”, perhaps would be the best example) and some of the characters you see in fleeting thought leave you questioning the narrator’s ideals. These don’t work against the author though, and make the book seem even more personal.

I do not have points to give for this is a personal book. I connect with it (being a person who had bent on one knee before another person and proposed to her in pouring rain). I fall in love each time am reading the book.

So, it is a humble recommendation for you

P.S Ebullient is my favourite word of all 


What a Reviewer owes an Author

I would say that I am a harsh reviewer. Not someone who is so harsh that she makes the author cry, but, someone harsh enough to make them feel bad. I point out the flaws and I do not relent for the sake of the author. I do not sugar coat my views in caramel and I do not feel any need to do so. I know this is bad, and everyone must account for the people that are around them but, somewhere along the way you just have to make a decision about this sort of thing…
A reviewer may be completely kind to an author and point out everything they like and refer to their flaws only in passing. A reviewer may smile at the author and let it be. However, a reviewer is a friend. Often times people who would review books and movies are authors themselves and they know what they expect from a book. So, when someone says that a book is not up to the mark, they mean it.
When I review a book, I hold it up against every single book I have read. I put it and I think of what it might be and how it can improve. And I am unkind about it. I am unkind because I understand that when a relatively new reader would read the book, he might hate it, and he would not even try to feel for the author and it would be lost in a sea of hate. Much like “Twilight” or “Fifty Shades of Gray” were. 
You might say that the authors of those two books were vile. Were they really? They worked hard for their books and at some point their books became talking points and were hated on openly. I have had friends say to me that they would rather burn those books. They even make fun of the people who read such books ridiculing their every aspect. Can you imagine being such an author?

A reviewer may be unkind but, a reader can be cruel. A publisher can be cruel too. This is because unlike, the reviewer, the casual reader and the publisher would think of the book as a form of investment. A reviewer reads the book not just to derive joy from it, but, to form an independent opinion and let the people know. 
In that way, I am always harsh. Even when an amateur in music tags me in their post, I compare them to greats like “Pink Floyd” when I check them out. I try to understand what innovations they have put in, what changes they are bringing. Because inside I believe that everyone has the potential to be much more than just a popular author. I believe that everyone has the potential to become somebody that changes lives. That is the only reason why the main criterion for all my reviews is how much of an impact the book has on me even after a few days..

You see the truth of life is, sometimes the nights are larger than days. And sometimes you fall into a stupor and feel comfortable without anything. You sleep on a cozy bed oblivious of the hash winds that are blowing. However, not only the pedestrians are affected. Every wind is a ripple and every ripple affects you. Even if you are bathing in a glorious series of reviews that love you, that does not mean that those who dislike your book are not parts of your readership. The point is not to please everyone but, to make a book that would be as pleasing as possible. To write a book because it needs to be written and because a story needs to be told.

Every book reviewer reviews the titles being as objective as possible. Personally, I think that every review is personal to some extent because it is a book. You give to the authors your most intimate moments spend in loneliness lost in pages that they have linked with their hands. It is like a romance that has been bound time and time again by the bindings of a book. So, as a lover I would be harsh to you. For, I know that happiness lasts little, and I do not want anyone else to hurt you enough to erase you ability to bind the pages and rite a book again.
So, yes, hate your book reviewer as much you want but, I believe she also has a story to tell and even she thinks fondly of you and misses your writing sometimes left lonely in a train to nowhere…. 

The Bollywoody M&B


I do not know if I am alone in this, but, sometimes when I review a book I face a dilemma, a feeling that I can give this book a lot more marks but, will that be doing justice to the other books I have read earlier which are rated the same. This happens with the books that are entertaining and well written, and are one Midas touch away from being one of the books that will influence you forever. This is one such book….
This is a book that is entertaining but, it does not leave it’s touch on you and two nights after reading while you are sleeping you realise that the magic is fading…

See, I won’t lie. This is not a perfect book, but, I do not think writing is meant to be perfect. In term of stories it rivals Adite’s “The Indian Tycoon’s Marriage Deal” though the plot there is much more complex. This is an out and out romance, and the plot follows the simple, “boy meets girl” theme throwing in a lot of conflicts inside.

Saira and Rihaan are not exceptional characters in their own right. This is something I understood when I tried thinking of them in many more situations, there were parts that interested me immensely about the characters, and there were parts that made me feel like they were just “alright” characters. This does not mean they were bland of course, I just felt that they could be developed more thoroughly. Rihaan is very relatable though at points, he seems too aloof for his own good (not for me though, I always liked the dreamy eyed. 

The story progresses at a good pace throughout and the pace is something you can get adjusted to very easily. The winner is the way that they interact through the story and how the central characters are represented through dialogues. Also to be noticed is the beautiful colours associated with the story, it does not hide behind a pall and shout orders, it comes out and dances with the reade creating images that will stay with you for a long time. There are plenty delicious moments (next time I talk to Ruchi am asking her for the number of Rihaan, I need an oil massage for my back), though some of the erotic moments appear as slightly childish.

By the way, the moment I finished the book, I asked Ruchi if Rihaan would a good father, and she said yes. So, counting on that, all my blessings to the fictional couple, may they two produce enough children to fill the Thar desert..

And since, i do not get a respite until saying the last words, this is a beautiful story, a definite one time read for the romance fans. If you are a cynic though, you might be rolling your eyes at the story and I would not blame you. This is a book you can read a lot of times and it will feel like watching that one commercial Bollywood film which you watch again and again and enjoy (but, the night after feel angry for watching it).

  • Rating – 3/5