Book Review #10: Dalits, Dynasty and She by Sanjay Chitranshi

After a long hiatus from reviewing, I have decided get back into the game with greater vigor. I have read a lot of books since the last series of reviews were published and I intend to catch up on them in terms of reviews. For today, I decided to review “Dalits, Dynasty and She” by…

Book Review #9: After Dark by Haruki Murakami

When you get accustomed to a particular writer’s work, even a slight aberration in the style, tone or language strikes you more profoundly than usual. This was exactly my reaction to Haruki Murakami’s “After Dark“. I picked up the book during my summer vacations in my continuing attempt to catch up on Murakami’s bibliography as…

Like Hemingway

She lies peacefully, an epitome of serenity in a cloudy puff of white mattresses. Her even breathing emanates like a rhythm, of a long lost song of intimate benediction, of a gaily song of love. The sound of silence falls over the room, like a shroud. I just lie there gazing at her silhouette rise…


Memories, damning memories, A Deluge of happiness, bursting forth, In a climax of hurt, pain and regret, The Memories, they keep coming. Of  You, the times, the moments, Mistakes, always ending in mistakes. All the loving, the care, the tenderness,

The Final Straw

How can I be without you, my moon, my love, the light of the life? Aren’t we made of sterner mettle? Aren’t we two indecipherable forces of infinite capacity to love? Aren’t we the beginning, the end and all that comes between? Aren’t we two travellers under the sun, journeying together in this life?


Broken, Mirrors, Furniture, Life. Broken, Hearts, heads, Humility. He stands upright, Delectable, Respectable, Despicable, Senseless, Hopeless, Less, A trail of blood and a legacy in fire. The destroyer, the demon, Ozymandias, The last of them, the first of many.

Dead Men Walking

    We are all dead men walking, Trudging to the end of time, Going through meaningless lives, half lives  Morbid, morose, melancholy. Through the annals of the rose, We come forth like the autumn winds, We are ingrained in the ways of life, Sickness and sorrow and love abound. Then into the world we…


My being is unraveling inside,  Every particle screaming in a hidden pleasure,  Of something long lost,  Something left behind, 

Happy New Year: A Rant

Happy New Year to myself, a year older but none the wiser. Happy New you dear ex lover. How’s the new bloke? Hope you break up soon. Happy New Year you false friend. I know what you’ve been up to. Expect no mercy. Happy New Year dear best friend. Haven’t seen you in a while,…

On Separation

The separation manifests itself in distance Though it cannot distance our hearts. Our days are separate Our lives are different. But at night, You gaze at the stars Under the same sky as me.

Book Review #8: The Rest Of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness

This book marks my first foray into the Young Adult genre in a long time. I picked it up from the Kolkata International Book Fair 2016 (27 Jan-6 Feb) at a discounted price. If you live in and around Kolkata or happen to be there during the last week of January/First week of February and…

Book Review #7: Of Love and Other Demons by Gabriel García Márquez

Over the last few months, one genre has attracted me a lot- Magical Realism. Magical Realism integrates a naturalistic and realistic narrative with surrealistic elements. It is a genre where the fantastic never looses track of reality, it is the supernatural within the bounds of the natural. Subsequently I proceeded to acquire books by noted authors…