BOOK REVIEW OF “THE HOMING PIGEONS”

A NOVEL BY SID BAHRI

About the author:-

Siddartha Bahri, a Ranikhet based author, is yet another example of an ex-banker storming the Indian literary world. With his approach towards writing, deep down I could imagine this guy coming into discussion, whenever a bunch of book bugs in any part of this country, delves into discussion about Bhagat and Tripathi.

Liebster Award Nomination

Liebster Award Nomination

First of all I would like to thank Barkha for nominating my blog for this award.

My Lost Princess - Part 3

I kept the letter in my bag and headed for school but all the while my mind kept traversing around images of those glorious meadows of Mallikpur, my ailing dad and Rini.  I wonder what must have happened to the village. Dad kept telling me that situations there were worsening and so I must stay back in Kolkata and finish my schooling. But never did he reveal to me the reasons of not taking me to Mallikpur in the past decade. Was it something that was connected with my life there? Was it something that will burden my heart with a feeling of morose? I had no idea. All I could do was to wish that everything will be fine soon.

My Lost Princess - Part 2

I crossed the road and walked up to the concrete pavement beneath the peepal tree. It was from there that I saw a little girl sitting on the ground and sobbing. She looked absolutely uncared. Her little round face was stained with tears and her thin brown hands were continuously trying to wipe the wetness away. Tiny bells on her silver anklets jingles every time she shook her leg and the sound of it in the backdrop of a calm afternoon gave me goose bumps.  She wore a pleated frock that had dirt marks all over it and beside her on the ground lay a princess doll.

My Lost Princess - Part 1

Summer of 1970

Mallikpur Village

Some 200 kilometres from the city of Kolkata…

It was a humid afternoon and the sun was beaming at its pinnacle. Warm wind was drifting through the village making the leaves of peepal tree quiver at its place. It was under the shade of that peepal tree that I sat bent on my toes with the shooter marble in the crook of my index finger. As I placed my knuckle on the earth and closed my left eye to aim perfectly, I could feel the tension hovering over my friends. With me striking the green marble out of the ring I shall be winning the rack and that means they will have to handover their marbles to me. Losing marbles, then, was a child’s deepest grief.

BOOK REVIEW - "The storm in my mind… Ami Kolkata and Confessions"

A Novel by Ayaan Basu

About the author -

Ayaan Basu, hailing from the city of joy – Kolkata, is an example of yet another engineer turned author. Needless to say but these people are really flooding the Indian literary market. His first book was a collection of bengali poetries clubbed under the title, “Nasto Cheler Galpo”, which was written during the second year of