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 Tripath...
Quotes Box
"I have known music to be her timeless reverberation in a forlorn corner of my soul; just when life was closing down upon me with its pangs of haunting silence."
"Hope is the point the 'world within' comes to an equilibrium with the 'world around'."
"The cold that my body feels can be comforted by pullovers of our choices.
It is the winter that comes back each year, inevitably; is how we are connected on the face of time. A sweet suffering of forever..."

"My poverty, I know, was glamorous because trading you, my love, for a better life is outright heinous."
"Love was the day when she drank and I felt quenched."
"Life, ever since, had been one gripping tale. Your happening gave it a genre."
"Want is the soul's desire. Need, the mind's crave. Love, thus, I believe, is a bit of both."
"Art is how you lie to the world without ever feeling sinned."
"Sorrow is true and beyond the powers of healing, when you can taste the oceans on your lips."
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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...
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. ...
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...
BOOK REVIEW - "The storm in my mind… Ami Kolkata and Confessions"
BOOK REVIEW - "The storm in my mind… Ami Kolkata and Confessions"
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Monday, November 04, 2013 |
Book Reviews
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...
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