Thursday, 31 March 2016

Book Blitz : His Christmas Delight by Summerita Rhayne


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His Christmas Delight
by
Summerita Rhayne





Blurb

Caught by Santa!
For Myra, Christmas means supporting her friends. They rallied round getting her back on her feet after she lost Pete, her husband, so she's always ready to help any of them. No matter to what lengths the challenge makes her go. Only she didn't expect to find Santa almost catching her in her wrongdoings. Then she finds that the handsome Santa is Jay, her old high school friend. Now he's changed from a gangly geek to an attractive stranger. After missing out on the dating scene for a long time after losing Pete, she feels the first stirring of desire. But Jay is playing hot and cold, refusing to admit the attraction sizzling between them.

He’s back in Goa just for Christmas
Jay knew Myra as his best friend's girl. Now Pete is gone, but Jay is finding difficult to let go of the scars he picked up in Coast Guard service. He’s home only to help revive his brother’s toy shop. When he finds himself making excuses to stay, he knows he’s crossing the limits he’d set himself. What’s the purpose in taking this further when he knows he cannot be the one to give her the happiness she deserves? But no matter how hard he tries, the scorching flames of wanting only seem to get stronger. How can he keep on denying the attraction between them when she insists on coming close?

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Summerita Rhayne writes sensual romance which is sheer escapism with lots of emotional conflict. She first got published in 2013 and has won contests with prestigious publishers such as Harlequin and Harper Collins India. Writing, she finds, is the only way to deal with the numerous story ideas bubbling in her brain which pop up more rapidly than her keyboard can do justice to. Her pet belief is that even when writing time is in short supply, if the inspiration is strong enough, the story characters get a life of their own and will find a way to make the writer pen them down. When cerebrally confronted with the sizzling interaction of two Alpha characters, the only way to get peace is write their book!

At heart, she's a family person and even though she loves her medical teaching profession, she happily becomes a homemaker when not at work. She loves winding down with music, movies, cricket (strictly watching only) and social networking.

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Saturday, 26 March 2016

Blog Tour : Let the Game Begin by Sandeep Sharma

Trending at #2 position on Amazon in hot new releases on Amazon in ‘Thriller genre’, Sandeep Sharma’s new sensation ‘Let The Game Begin’ is the latest talk of the town.

Celebrating the grand opening, Team LTGB is presenting a very interesting offer to all those who pre-orders the book. Order your copy of ‘Let The Game Begin’ and win ASSURED GIFT (A novel from Author’s bookshelf) from us. Just share the order number with us (inbox to our page) and we’ll make sure that both (Let The game begin & the one chosen especially by the author) will reach your door-step together. But remember one thing that the offer is only valid for first 200 orders.

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ABOUT THE BOOK

4000 years was a long time but not for someone who was brooding in revenge.

Two kingdoms, Chaturanga and Sarprakt, separated by a mystic mountain range are at war with each other since ages. Chaturanga, ruled by King Viratha, is soon bestowed with a dynamic heir, and the whole kingdom is drowned in rituals and festivity. On the other side, Sarprakt is executing a cruel conspiracy. King Viratha, crippled by the conspiracy, urges the mysterious man of the mountain to devise a method to recreate the conspiracy and that gave birth to ‘The Game of Chess’.

***

Serial killings shock the nation as the police are rendered clueless. The killer leaves behind a trail of chess pieces with a strange message. Random people are murdered. Connoisseurs of different fields – History, Chess and the Security forces – have united as the next intended victim is the most powerful person of the country.

How is Chess involved in the whole scenario? How will they find a man who died 4000 years ago? Can a person defy the laws of nature? Does history really repeat itself? Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

Let the game begin!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sandeep Sharma (23), made his debut in the writing industry with ‘Hey Dad! Meet my mom’, the book which is still a hot topic of discussion amongst readers. He is currently working on his start-up venture named ‘Author Paradise’ that works for the benefit of Authors to provide them well-organized online & offline publicity. By education, he is a civil engineer who graduated from JSS Academy of Technical Education, Noida.

He is very passionate about writing and has been writing short stories for his personal blog since 6 years and they were published various times. He has also co-founded ‘The Author’s Blog’, a platform that tries to bridge the gap between authors and readers. He is an avid reader and loves to review books on his blog. He is a well-known reviewer in the literary world.

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Book Blitz : Seduced In Spain by Devika Fernando


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Seduced in Spain 
by
Devika Fernando


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Blurb

Sometimes all that two people need to make things right is a second chance…

Nine years ago, Alejandro broke Emily's heart, but a business trip to Spain forces her to be in his company again. Old wounds are reopened and new temptations complicate things even more. When life leaves her no choice, she realizes that sometimes the heart doesn’t listen to the brain. Will Emily win the battle against her forbidden desire and Alejandro’s charm, or will history repeat itself?


 
Excerpt 

“Gracias, Alejandro. Buenas noches.”

Emily kept it short and simple, although a hundred words and sentences were waiting to burst forth and possibly ruin it all. She kept her gaze fixed on his chin because looking into his eyes would surely trigger something she shouldn’t be saying or doing. His scent was all around her, intoxicating her alongside the cava in her bloodstream. The corridor was silent, and she thought she could hear her heart pound hard and fast. Could he hear it too?

“Buenas noches,” he said, his tone so clipped it was almost rude.

He turned on his heel and strode towards the lift, and she had to grip the door handle to steady herself.

Why was she disappointed? What had she been expecting?

Just when she straightened up to walk into her room and put a lid on the Pandora’s Box that should have been kept tightly shut, Alejandro stopped. He clenched his fists, and she thought she heard a muttered curse. In a few long strides, he stood right in front of her again, and this time there was no escaping his gaze.

“Feel free to slap me,” he said, and before she could make any sense of it, his lips came crashing down on hers.

There was nothing timid or soft or tender about the kiss, as it might have been after all these years. Instead, it was as if all the pent-up need flowed into this one touch of mouth against mouth. His lips were firm and insistent against hers, his tongue demanding entrance, and with a half-moan, Emily gave in and kissed him back.


His taste flooded her, nut and syrup and wine. One of his strong hands clasped her neck, the other hand gripped her hip to draw her closer. Their tongues met, and Alejandro angled his head to deepen the kiss. She felt it deep inside her, soothing an ache, stirring a fire, breaking the cracks wide open. She wanted more. She knew she shouldn’t.

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Almost as soon as Devika Fernando could write, she imagined stories and poems. After finishing her education in Germany and returning to her roots in Sri Lanka, she got a chance to turn her passion into her profession. Having lived in Germany and in Sri Lanka with her husband has made her experience the best (and the worst) of two totally different worlds - something that influences her writing. Her trademark is writing sweet and sensual, deeply emotional romance stories where the characters actually fall in love instead of merely falling in lust.

What she loves most about being an author is the chance to create new worlds and send her protagonists on a journey full of ups and downs that will leave them changed. She draws inspiration from everyone and everything in life. Besides being a romance novel author, Devika is a faithful servant to all the cats and dogs she has adopted. When she's not writing, she's reading or thinking about writing.
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Friday, 18 March 2016

Spotlight : Color Me Rich by Mohan Deep


Color Me Rich 
by 
Mohan Deep 
Blurb 
A sensitive love story of a handsome and talented struggling painter Akash Saigal. What happens when he marries an extremely rich and beautiful artist and art investor Zenobia Taraporevala?



Prologue

J J School of Art, Mumbai.

Taking a charcoal pencil, Akash Saigal started drawing the wood-and-stone structure, popularly known as ‘Kipling Bungalow’. He was sketching sitting on a bench on which, in another era, K K Hebbar, M F Husain, Syed Haider Raza, Sadanand Bakre, V S Gaitonde, even Dadasaheb Phalke had sat with their sketchbooks, sketching the house where the author of The Jungle Book was born.

Ganpat Gupte appeared along with two of his gang. Gupte was the nephew of a minister, or so he claimed, and had the arrogance that comes with power.

“Ae Akash, kae karto?”

Akash looked up at the trio and said, “Nothing much. Just a drawing.”

“Okay. What is the day today?”

“Monday.”

“I should have known.Tere ko blue shirt hai na?”

Akash didn’t get the connection, but Gupte’s chamchas laughed knowingly.

“Didn’t you get it?”

“What?”

The three boys sang in unison, “Monday, blue shirt. Tuesday, black shirt. Wednesday, blue shirt. Thursday black shirt. Friday, blue shirt. Saturday, black shirt. Sunday…laundry!”

If Akash was hurt, he didn’t show it. He laughed sheepishly and continued sketching the bungalow.

But he would never forget this.

Today 

The elevator zoomed up, taking Akash directly to the penthouse on the 60th floor of Apollo Towers, and stopped with stomach-curdling smoothness. The door slid open to reveal his luxuriously done-up lounge.

He came out of the lift, turned down the passage, and walked over the deep-pile rug to the lounge.

He had returned from the salon.

He felt cleaner and fresher after his bimonthly facial – only Tanveer could give him a satisfactory shave - and pedicure. He liked to have his moustaches- like John Lennon's - done like in the Sixties, and he liked sideburns.

His head was still heavy from drinking until the late hours, but he looked much better than he felt. His studio was to the right, almost hidden behind the lavish bar facing him as he entered.

Perched 550 feet above the city of Mumbai, he could see the Queen’s Necklace and the World Trade Centre. From Zenobia’s bedroom, the Gateway of India and the high dome of the Taj Mahal Hotel.

Pran smiled at him.

Akash returned the smile, picked up the bottle of Blue Label and poured himself a stiff drink.

“Isn't it a little early for a drink?”

Without saying anything, Akash smiled, and switched on the TV.

The TV screen flashed a story over a video shot of Zenobia with him in happier times, followed by a shot of the Mumbai Police Commissioner’s heritage Gothic-style building and a subtitle: 'Mumbai Police give clean chit to Akash Saigal.'

The newsreader said:

“Based on the findings of the forensic department and investigation, the Mumbai Police has declared the death of noted artist and socialite Zenobia Taraporevala suicide. It may be recalled that a year ago, Zenobia died from a fall from her 60th-floor penthouse. There were questions about her death. Was it a suicide, or an accident, or was she pushed to her death? Her husband, the famous artist Akash Saigal, was under a cloud all these months. It has now been established that tired of being confined to a wheel chair after a car accident, a depressed Zenobia committed suicide.”

Pran jumped out of his seat, still listening to the newsreader with open-mouthed amazement. He shouted: “Wow!”

Both the men hugged.

A shot of Prime Minister Narendra Modi now flashed on the screen, as the newsreader continued, “Prime Minister Narendra Modi will visit Singapore….”

Akash smiled tiredly at Pran.

“You already knew about it?”

Akash nodded and absent-mindedly picked up an envelope. He took out the card, glanced at it, and pushed it back. It was an invitation to his own function.

“Boss, when do we leave?” Pran asked.
“We have lots of time. The inauguration is after three hours, and the ministers never come on time. Agar aa bhi gaya toh hamari woh Fareeda baithi hai. Sambhal legi. Dad will take care of it. Chal baith, tu bhi le.”

“No, not me. I’m driving,” Pran said solemnly.

Akash knew that this was not the time to drink. He shouldn’t appear sloshed in front of the entire world and the prying media. He took another sip, and changed the news channel. 

And found himself staring at a picture of Zenobia on the screen. The still picture changed to a video shot of Zenobia and he at a party.

The newsreader was ranting:

“In India, the law mandates that the husband be questioned for cases involving the death of a woman within seven years of marriage. Akash and Zenobia had been married for barely two-and-a-half years. And Zenobia had died under mysterious circumstances, falling from the French window of her penthouse! The police always look for ‘the other woman’ in a case like this.”

The TV showed a shot of Suma, followed by a video shot of Suma and Akash emerging from the JW Marriott in Juhu. The newsreader went on: “And they found her in Suma. Suma Malkani, the beautiful ghazal singer.”

The State Minister for Cultural Affairs, Nanasaheb Palekar, was to launch the art school, named after Zenobia Taraporevala-Saigal, that evening at Powai. There had been several protests because of the controversy over her death, but the minister ignored them all.

A protest was planned for the same day by Kapila Khandelval's NGO. It was unclear whether the NGO would go ahead with the protest or cancel it in view of the clean chit given to Akash by the police.

This project had been his baby and Zenobia's dream. The government had given the land and the Taraporevalas had put in the money. Fareeda had inserted a business angle even in this dream project of Zenobia's. The Zenobia-Akash Saigal School of Art had become the Zenobia-Akash Saigal School of Art and Business Management. She also had plans for a Madame Tussauds Wax Museum in an annex. The minister had given the nod for that, too.

Akash’s mobile rang.

He looked at the screen and let it ring.

Taking a sip of his drink, he moved towards his den. He stepped into his room, and before he could shut the door, the phone near the bar table rang.

“Boss?” Pran said. “Fareeda is on the line.”

Fareeda would be having kittens without him. Akash’s association with the project had given it respectability and even a cultural cause, and got the plot at one-eighth its market value, and all the permissions.

"Fuck her!" Akash said, but he answered the phone anyway. 

Fareeda seemed frantic.

"The media will be here in three hours. And the minister, too."

Akash said, “Fuck the media!" and hung up.

The TV newsreader went on:

“Before Akash Saigal hit the big time, he lived in a small apartment in Adarsh Nagar, in the western suburbs. His paintings didn't earn him enough to buy a decent vehicle. He travelled by buses and cabs. While Zenobia almost took a sabbatical, Akash shot to fame with his mixed media and three-dimensional installations after marrying her.”

Leaning against the soft, cool leather of a luxurious sofa, Akash said, "Cigarettes?"

Pran was already sliding open the glass door of a cabinet. A carton of Marlboros had just one packet left. He gave the packet to Akash, grinned, and threw the carton in the trash box.

They might have been sharing the same flashback, the same past.




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ABOUT THE AUTHOR 
Mohan Deep, is an Indian author, painter and Feng Shui Master. Mohan Deep is the author of ‘The Mystery and Mystique of Madhubala’ (1996), ‘It’s My Life’ (Novel) (1997), ‘Simply Scandalous: Meena Kumari’ (1998), ‘Eurekha!’ – an unauthorized biography of Rekha. (1999), ‘Four Options’ (2000), ‘Feng Shui for the Bold & Beautiful, the Rich and Famous’ (2001) and ‘Nehru and the Tantrik Woman’ (2002). After a sabbatical of a decade, during which he touched upon the lives of people as a Feng Shui Master, he was back with The Five Foolish Virgins( 2013). Mohan Deep is arguably the only Indian author to write what is often described as controversial, unauthorized star biographies in India. Columnist-journalist and former editor of 'Illustrated Weekly of India', Khushwant Singh called him 'a truly gifted gossip writer'. “The maverick writer”, like columnist-reviewer-poetess.

Tara Patel described him has also been called William Goldman of Bollywood’s stars (By Behram Contractor, the Editor of Afternoon Despatch & Courier) (Source) Kitty Kelly of India (By R K Bajaj, the Editor of ‘The Daily’). Interestingly, almost every book he has wrote/penned has invited controversies for its bold content.

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Friday, 11 March 2016

Story : Seeing the Unseen

The scorching heat was making Arundhati’s skin red. Drops of sweat were making her frown. The barbaric sun was making her thoughts wiggle. Beautiful images were tantalizing her mind.

She was slowly rubbing the window of her house. The frost outside was making her shiver. Temperature was decreasing and the snow-flakes held her gaze. How pure this whiteness is? Where is this place, Heaven? Am I dead? Arundhati opened her eyes in haste. Her heavy breaths made her helper, Sakhi, restless. No matter what harmed the Princess, she always took the blame on herself. She was an efficient server because Arundhati once saved her. Sakhi couldn’t repay. And thus she decided to be on her knees for this generous Princess of Triloknagar.

“What happened?” She asked. Arundhati was lost. She stared at Sakhi’s face, quite unusually. She was disgusted with all the wetness under her heavy jewellery. She took her veil and started wiping the traces of moisture.

“I had a dream. Am I alive?” Arundhati asked with a broad smile.

“Yes you are. See.” Sakhi pinched Arundhati very slightly, assuring no pain the Princess experience.

“Ouch. I will complaint about this to the higher authorities.” The giggles surrounded the whole room.

***

The annual fair was about to start. It was to be hosted by all the aged ladies of palace. Arundhati wanted to showcase her paintings too but was not allowed. Her step mothers wanted all the lime-light.

“Don’t worry dear; your father will see your paintings some other time.” Arundhati’s mother said, adjusting her nose-ring.

Arundhati was excited to explore the place. She picked up her best outfit and Sakhi was also gifted the same colour to match her friend’s stature. The fair was secured and only ladies of nearby villages could see its glory. It gave Arundhati more freedom to move. She was hopping from one corner to the other. But something caught her attention, when she was at the verge of completing her voyage.

“Can I come in?” A curtain was set aside by Sakhi. An old lady was sitting behind a big stand. She coughed hard on seeing a stranger in her tent. No one visited her much. She analyzed the young girl quickly. The look of the tent was petrifying Sakhi to the core. On the other hand, Arundhati was calm and composed. This tent was not much scary then her wild fantasies. She walked ahead and quickly kept a gold coin on the table. The shine of the coin could be seen in the old lady’s eyes.

“She is Princess Arundhati.” Sakhi introduced.

“I am Kajri, Princess. I tell fortune.” The lady shivered a bit, she couldn’t make eye contact with Arundhati.

“I know. That’s why I came.”

“What do you want to know, Princess?” Kajri asked with amazement. Why a Princess would worry about her future? She has everything beneath her buttocks. Kajri waited patiently for her to speak. Arundhati was conscious on speaking her heart out. Sakhi sensed the heaviness and thus moved out of the tent. Arundhati relaxed her shoulders a bit, something which royal ladies never do.

“I have this weird dream which I always see.” She started the narration.

“What it contains?” Kajri asked, raising her eyebrow.

“In real life I am in between of a vast desert. I never intend to see snow in my life but still I see it every night. I don’t know what it is but I always find myself in a home surrounded by snow, containing a fireplace and a chimney. I can see children playing with a snowman outside, when I sit beside a window. I can see a man clearing the path with a shovel. I don’t know what this mean. It makes me restless.” The tale was delivered without a hitch.

Kajri tried to sense everything. She touched her antique yet dreadful jewellery and looked upwards. She mumbled some chants. Arundhati had no option other than seeing her quietly. She tried to neglect all the possibilities running in her mind. A sudden shriek by Kajri made her nervous. She shifted backwards. Kajri’s rolling eyes were making her claustrophobic. She was about to stand but Kajri held Arundhati’s hand tightly. She smiled ferociously, as if she knew something.

“You will have a life in snow Princess. You will sway away with the time. You will reach beyond this place. You are not meant to be here.” Kajri proclaimed.

Arundhati ran away. Kajri’s words were echoing in her mind. It felt as if the voice was still following her. She flipped after some more steps.

“What happened to you?” Arundhati’s step mother spotted her, lying on the floor, blood gushing out from her elbow.

“Nothing choti-maa.” She got her support and quickly came back on her feet. She felt embarrassed. Many people were looking at the elegant Princess, drowning in her own blood. After that night, the intensity of dreams widened its arena. And quickly Arundhati’s health started deteriorating. Meanwhile, the king of Azamgarh visited Triloknagar.

“Raja Sahib, I came here not just to visit you but also to talk about our children’s marriage.” The king of Azamgarh took some time in revealing his thought.

Well, in no time Arundhati’s father smiled and they mingled in a formal hug. The news spread like fire in the palace and thus Arundhati’s fate was written.

***

“Aren’t you happy?” Sakhi asked Arundhati one night. Her face shrank after her health dropped and her eyes buried inside. She looked pale and the smile was also lost after she heard her marriage being fixed. She couldn’t forget Kajri’s words, “You will have a life in snow Princess. You are not meant to be here.”
She took some time and decided to tell what happened that night, in the tent. Sakhi heard everything very patiently.

“I don’t know what is happening to me.” Arundhati said after finishing her part.

“Don’t you worry about that Princess? She might be an imposter.”

“But why I am seeing myself in between snow all the time, ALL THE TIME, after that night.”

“This is because you desire to see that.”

“But this marriage won’t allow me to see it now. I am parcelled from one corner of a desert to other.” Tears were doing the talking more than Arundhati’s words.

“You need to take rest. Sleep and enjoy snow around you.” Sakhi kissed her forehead and left the room.

***

“She won’t leave this place.” Father Henry announced after returning from the store room.

“What do you mean father?” Amelia asked.

“You said after blessing the house everything will be fine.” George said next.

Father Henry stood near the window. He could see the children playing with a snowman outside. A man was clearing the path with a shovel. He smiled on seeing them. He turned and took a seat on the nearby sofa.

“Blessing the house works when you want to extract the bad things out.” He said. Amelia served hot chocolate in three mugs and sat beside Father Henry.

“We don’t get you.” George took a sip, followed by the Father.

“This soul in your house had a deep desire of something. It had travelled years to reach this place. And asking her to leave your home would be injustice.” He explained.

“You mean that we should stay with a spirit. That’s insane.” Amelia jumped in anxiety.

“No I don’t mean that. You use the lower portion and allow her to use the top floor.”

“Come on father what are you talking about? It’s our home.” George explained rationally.

“George, what if you die in your sleep, wondering about a place you wanted to see before you die. That’s hard isn’t it?”

They nodded in affirmation.

“Same happened with this lady. She died one night, dreaming about a place just like this. She wants nothing. She hasn’t harmed you yet, right.”

“Yes, never.” Amelia replied.

“She won’t. She is a Princess, benevolent and kind. Let her live. I will keep visiting you, if you don’t mind. These two ladies need me.” Father Henry collected his coat and said as he reached near the door.

“Ladies, there are two ghosts.” George got perplexed.

“Princesses need someone to take care of them. God bless you.” He stared the ceiling, smiled and left. Amelia and George decided to share their place, allowing the Princess to be their guest of honour.

P.S. "This story is written as part of A Winter in Storyland contest on Tell-A-Tale – Bringing stories back into lives."

Thursday, 10 March 2016

Book Review : Alchemist of the East by Aporva Kala

Book- Alchemist of the East “A timeless tale of love and adventure”
Author- Aporva Kala
Genre- Fiction
Publisher- Musk Deer Publishing

Blurb-
Sushyo’s life is completely changed after the demise of his mother, whom he loved above all. But then it felt that somehow things were destined that way.
Sushyo a toy maker is on a thrilling journey, where he finds immense talents residing in him. He finds a whole new world in different forms.
But there is a need for complete realization of peace, duty and love. What lies ahead? How things will become hard for him? Where he is headed and where he ends his quest?

Title-
The title is an important part of the novel and the mainframe always suits the title. So it’s an apt one and no substitute works here for it. It gives a one way direction to the readers and the weight of the name can make people curious for the story.

Cover-
The cover is equally magnificent as the title. It shows rage and blood. It shows the correct proportions of story, in a balanced way. The contrast is perfect and so are the two figures, a knight and a horse. What better combination could have been drawn for the front?

Characters-
Oh there are so many characters in the novel that one really thinks of an epic saga, told in a fewer pages. Every stage that the main lead crosses has new faces. Some people are with him and some are against him. That’s what needed, isn’t it? The best part of the novel is the end. And that is the phase where the characters are explained with much vigour and responsibility.
No character is confused and thus everything remains clear.
The best part were the hidden characters. The way everything opens up and the reality comes in front is really chilling. There was no such person whose importance was exaggerated or lowered.
Out of all, Sushyo, Yatrayamini, Queen Kassandrra were penned the best. Especially the queen, she was the real mixture of two sides of coins.
Narration-
The third person narration was well suited for this book. There were so many turns that anything else wouldn’t have produced desired output. On one hand, when the shifts in scene are sudden, the narration didn’t help much to enhance the story. And on the other hand, when the story was going down, it was the description, images and conversation that did wonders in making things so wonderful.
When an author is showing a battlefield, where there is not much conversation, the real test is carried. And this is what this book excelled in. The war that happened between people was one great masterpiece.

Reviews-
The story starts at an unusual turn. Such grief of loneliness in the life of Sushyo is quite sad. The venture is on the toes and thus he pops up in the middle of some boat-men. The way the descriptions are given seems highly complex. What one needs to interpret is really hard. But that didn’t stay for long.
As soon as the setting change, the whole face of novel gets delightful. The introduction of Yatrayamini and Guru Kalarth marks excitement. There are some instances where the author has penned such beautiful lessons that one gets carried off. The meaning of sentences is very deep. Yatrayamini is a really interesting character in the novel. She has so much to do and so much to say that every hint of her tells something new about her. She is the one who catches attention the most just because she has so much to deliver.
Story moves ahead and when Sushyo understands that what his worth is, he starts getting excited about everything new he learns. It’s such a nice part of novel, teaching the reader that when one has certain responsibilities, he/she needs to notice the minute details to carry on with the work they are assigned, because the best teachers for us can be us. There comes a time when Sushyo has to answer some questions and if one reads it carefully then they can be of great use. The author has used all his experience from life to tell the readers things which are so easy yet not so general.
Battlefield is always bloody but sometimes it teaches a lot more then required. Sushyo and Yatrayamini are together in the whole battle. There comes a time when Sushyo is bleak. It's then when the lady guides him. The whole scene was very alluring. It was so alike the tale of Mahabharata where Arjun is getting lessons from Sri Krishna. Yatrayamini is a figure of strength and virtue. Everything she says to Sushyo makes sense and it has helped Sushyo to come out of trouble.
The final knockdown is breathtaking just like the previous chapter. There are just ten pages left and the results are still due. The blood is boiling and at the same time mind is praying for a happy end.
Alchemist of the east did wonders in explaining the truths about life. It helps in understanding ones value. It explains the role of destiny and it makes the faith on God stronger than ever. The book was a nice treat and a different plot added cherry on the top.
Eye-catchers-
· “It is important to be in tune with the happiness within.”
· “You all have learnt to laugh at your misery, my friends, that is the first step towards repairing anything.”
· “Thinking doesn’t take anyone anywhere. Action does”
· “If we are to work with people, we should be good listeners.”
· “...love is the soul and hence Immortal.”

Turn-on’s-
The ending chapters were the saviour of the book. There were some places in the book that can stay back in your memory forever. The best one's- the Vimaan, the appearance of Shivling and the epic battle between the two armies. They had real passion hidden in them.
It happens very less that the story teaches.

Turn-off’s-
There were some editing errors in the book. And the major flaw was in such confusing starting. The story often switches in between and so many details might sound irrational. But that just happens in the start.

Recommendation-
Need a different story to read? Alchemist of the East can be your answer.

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· aporvakala@ymail.com
· Twitter handle- @aporvakala1

Thursday, 3 March 2016

Book Blitz : Hope We Never Meet Again by Srinath Krishnamoorthy


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Hope We Never Meet Again
by
Srinath Krishnamoorthy
Blurb 

A girl gets divorced just before her wedding!

A widow seeks answers for the deaths of her husband and son.

A mysterious man follows a convicted rape victim.

A stranger scribbles a number in a train.

Two hearts part ways with a final wish: Hope we never meet again.

Then, there is a phone call...

Varun Diwakar is your average, happy-go-lucky young lad with many a dream that most middle class youth harbour. But, he has a peculiar predicament. An accident changes his life forever and he discovers that he can travel into the minds and dreams of people - and in that journey, he discovers many untold stories, painful narratives and surprising twists. What triggers it all, is the death of a dear friend that Varun decides to avenge. What happens in the end? How are all these stories connected? Does love outlast death and time, the two great levellers, and become the greatest leveller, of all? Find out, as bodies keep falling and many a lives are at stake!

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Excerpt 


“Dreams are to be lived, not chased.”

“Sometimes you need to walk alone to be together with yourself…”

“Timeless love stories just have beginnings…”

“If you make your every today as safe as your yesterday’s… your dream of a better tomorrow will always remain a dream.”

“Well, history is more about heroes who rebelled and flourished than heroes who rebelled and perished. The ones that flourish became the songs and the ones that perished became the anthems. I strangely felt like a song that once craved to be an anthem.”


About the Author 

Srinath Krishnamoorthy was born in Palakkad, Kerala. He holds a B. Tech degree from Government Engineering College, Palakkad and an M. Tech from MA College of Engineering, Kothamangalam. He is an avid reader, blogger and a traveler. This is his first novel and marks his transformation from a software engineer to a story engineer.

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