The question hour of my life

I have missed recording Pari’s milestones for almost 15 months. But no more. I am going to pen down as much I can recall, while trying my best to make short notes/posts of our day to day life. I want to draw these precious moments in words on my blog like I had always intended to.

At three years and a handful months, Pari is in the phase when her curiosity has bonded with the desire to ask questions. I am the most frequent target of the the AK-57 of questions that she fires at me.

Given her age, these questions are pretty much general, based strictly on the events happening at the very moment. Like, “Mom where is the dog going?” “Why isn’t Doremon on air when I want to watch it?” “Why do I need to wear the same clothes to school daily?” you get the drift.

But the fun starts when she sticks to one question, asking repeatedly for longer than 15 minutes, expecting a new reply every single time. The most trying bit is her insistence to add to the information every single time I reply.

Imagine us driving back home from school,
Pari: “Mom where are we going?”
Me : “We are going back home”
Pari: “Mom where are we going?”
Me:”The school time is over dear, that’s why we are going back home”
Pari: “Mom where are you taking me?”
Me: No reply
Pari: “Mom tell me no, where are you taking me? Are we going for shopping”
Me: “No sweetie we aren’t going to the market”
Pari: “Then why are you not telling me where are we going?”
Me: “We are going home darling.”
Pari: “Are we going to the mall?”
Me: No Reply
Pari: “Mom why are you not replying to me? Are you angry with me?”
Me: “No dear”
Pari: “Then tell me no mummy, where are we going?”

This continues for the entire time till she steps inside home.

It is usually fun, cause she hasn’t yet started asking me the ‘difficult’ questions about our life. But still, even such naive questions can get difficult to answer when my mind is pre-occupied.

There are days when I am pressed for time, have work commitments, deadlines to meet, pile of chores waiting for me or simply the havoc my hormones are creating in my life. These are the times when I get bugged, though I try my best to control my urge to ask her to sit quietly or try my best to distract her to something more interesting, like a story book, play dough, color book or something similar.

While I might come across as a rude mother, I have to admit, my patience levels are finite and yes I am pretty bad at handling stress. I don’t like to upset my chirpy little darling, but being able to spare time to be with her all the time isn’t practically possible either. I think this is where the juggling of life to balance parenting with life in general steps in.

While Pari is learning about life and its ways by asking questions, I am learning by finding answers while looking at life from a fresh perspective. The realization of how, we live midst a million simple things that make up life rather than what we adults blame life to be has been quite a life changing awareness for me.

The reality is, by answering Pari’s innocent queries, I am learning about life from the scratch. This new view of life is fresh, clean, simple and full of hope that everything is possible. Just like magic.

My state when Pari fires questions at me non-stop :

Let’s Talk

My darling Pari,

I know its been forever since I wrote a letter to you, but between a mum and child it’s never too late to bond all over again over  a new medium. So here I am pouring my heart in words. Putting down another wish, I would love to see come true.

Talking, communicating, sharing, understanding each other’s point of view and the like, holds a very special place in my life. I like it most when someone decides to ‘talk to me’. Is ready to ‘hear me out,’ before we plunge to judging, letting assumptions grow over our mind.

We so often wish to realize our un-fulfilled dreams in our children. This perhaps is one of them in my case. I have always longed for my mother to sit and talk to me. Randomly, vaguely, generally, casually, making me feel so comfortable that I let loose the secrets I hold within. So that I never feel hesitant in sharing all the good, bad and sometimes pointless events of my life with her. Somehow, such a moment has never arrived in my life.

No, I won’t blame life or its fast pace for this. Because, deep down in my heart, I have full realization that this is more an issue of social conditioning and temperamental differences between mum (or say mum and dad both) and me. We don’t share the same view of life. My parents are of the opinion that kids are born to listen and parents were created to discipline them, keeping the reigns of life tight in their grip so that children are given no opportunity to go stray (in casual terms we may label this as being ‘control freaks’).

Anyway, let’s end the digression here and let’s talk about you and me. I want to gift you a comfort zone, where we exist as friends and cease to be a parent and a child.

I want to talk my heart to you. Talk about the big issues, small issues, my history, my dreams, our future together, your views, your opinions, your beliefs, your points of view and so much more on a daily basis. We might not have the luxury of free time, but I know, if we want to talk we can do it even while running the chores, working on the Internet, sorting out the laundry or anything for that matter.

Pari, I wish to connect with you, from the heart. Be a part of your life, the way you see it. Not in the capacity of a mother or a parent but as someone who loves you more than herself. I know, you’ll read this letter many years from today, but, I have already started working on this dream of mine from the day you were born.

Ever since, we’ve started talking about all in our hearts, I feel we have bonded at a whole new level. Our hearts feel united by the bond of understanding. The joy of having found a friend whom we know will hear us out even when we haven’t been at our best behavior.

I believe, if silence is golden, speech is platinum because it dispels the cobwebs of our hearts.

I promise to listen to all you have to say, whether I agree to it or disagree. I will always respect your right of being an independent individual even while you are a minor, because for me, you are my best friend.

With lots of love and blessings,

Mum

The song on my mind: Raat akeli hai bujh gaye diye ~ Jewel Thief

 

Morals learnt for life

Childhood is the most precious stage of life, when the foundation of we shall be in life are laid down. The rhymes we learn and have fun reciting time and again gradually etch in our minds leaving a lasting impression. Same magical spell is cast by the bed-time stories we so fondly listen to. Their morals become our guiding light as we grow up reflecting on them, time and again.

Education’s purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one. The stories with moral learnt in childhood, successfully do that.

As part of the wonderful Super Fun contest on Blogadda, I will be sharing my memories and lessons learnt from two of the wonderful animation videos by KidsHut on YouTube.

Ever since my daughter turned 2, she has been drawn to YouTube for various rhymes, stories and fun kids videos which come in handy at times of crises, when most of my tricks have failed to pacify her. Now she is a school going kid and this time, discovering the treasure of wonderfully animated and beautifully narrated rhymes & stories with morals came my way, through this contest.

The best part of the KidsHut YouTube channel is they aren’t limited to stories and rhymes but also have educational, animation videos. The good news being, new videos are added to the channel every Wednesday and Friday to keep our kids entertained with new things to learn.

While I am writing this post, Pari is watching & singing along the rhymes at KidsHut.

Becoming a mother is beautiful learning experience. I am in love with this phase of life, when my little princess makes me recite the nursery rhymes playing my teacher and eagerly waits for the bedtime to listen to my favorite stories. Two of my personal favorites from the series at KidsHut are:

1. Story of The Thirsty Crow

2. The Dove and the Ant’s story from Aesop’s Fables

The story of the thirsty crow has amused me from kindergarten days. At the tender age of 4 when I had first head it, my very first thoughts were, how did the crow know that putting pebbles in the pot of water would make the water rise? Perhaps, I underestimated a bird’s intellect or was yet to learn the power of Archimedes principle in life. Whatever the case, but my doubts on the crow’s smartness lingered long after.

As time moved on, my curiosity about this inspiring story made me recount it on a number of occasions, reminding myself how perseverance can make me succeed even in the toughest tests of life.

The story of the Dove and the Ant was something that appealed to me from the start. The idea of a random act of kindness gifting a smile to someone in need has always enticed me enough to practice it in life in my little way. Besides, the realization of the fact that no one is too small (like the ant) to be useful or helpful, made me love this story all the more.

Many years later, one fine day I moved to an all new country to pursue post graduation. With no friends or family around, the vast cultural differences and fear of the unknown made me feel insecure. Getting rid of the consternation seemed impossible as I had no clue how to strike friendship in this new land. That was when, my mom reminded me of the story of the thirsty crow in one of our phone calls.

Mom asked me stay put, being my own cheerful, amiable, warm self, making friends one at a time. Starting with those whom I met daily in the library and classes, to the ones I shared my commute with. It started with passing a smile. Gradually starting with one friend at a time, I made a bunch of good friends. The persistence and patience bore fruit and soon I was no longer home-sick, bored or jittery of being all alone in a new country. A new sense of security and belonging filled me with confidence.

One Friday evening, I was returning back to my apartment, little late than usual, having lost track of the time in library. It was a chilly winter night and I had missed my tram with the next one over 40 minutes away. I decided to walk. Just then a car with loud music tearing past the chilled winter breeze and teenagers yelling in the alcohol drenched fervor zipped past me. Full speed. Before, I could grasp what they were up to, a sharp scream pierced through the air.

Hardly 100 meters away from where I stood, one of the teenagers had fallen off the car (or was pushed out) and was screaming in pain in her drunken stupor. The car didn’t stop and neither did the few other cars who pretended to not have seen the accident. I have to confess, I was hell scared and felt so numb that I felt my feet go hundred times heavier, making, taking any step further or anywhere else next to impossible.

“The true test of character is not how much we know how to do, but how we behave when we don’t know what to do.” ― John Holt

Just then, the painful screams of the girl, jolted me out of the dilemma. I dialed 000 and by the time I reached the spot, the ambulance and the paramedics had arrived with the cops. By that time, a handful of other students and passerby people had gathered and the girl was rushed to the hospital. I obliged by narrating to the cops all I had seen happen and how I had called up the emergency number as part of routine police questioning. The accident was the front page news the following day where I was glad to learn that the girl was safe with few minor injuries though kept under observation for head injury.

The girl was a student at my university, enrolled for a different course than me. I couldn’t resist the urge to go see her at the hospital along with a few of my friends. There, one of the cops (whom I had narrated the events to) introduced me to her parents. It was a brief interaction, but beyond the words, their moist eyes had conveyed to me how grateful they were.

Days flew past, I graduated, got busy in my married life and on one uneventful day was rushed to the hospital with severe abdominal pain and bleeding during pregnancy. After what felt like eternity, when finally I could get a specialist doctor to see me, I was amazed to note that he was the same man whose daughter had met with the accident years ago, right in front of my eyes.

It sure is a small world, our paths had again crossed. In an altogether different city, different circumstances. It took him hardly a minute to recognize me. What happened next, changed me as a person completely. Today, I can proudly say, he gifted me a new life in that emergency room when life and my survival looked bleak.

That night, if I had not called the police, someone else would have. When I needed emergency treatment had the doctor been someone else, the outcome could still have been the same. But, it didn’t happen that way. Life taught me the lesson of compassion with a practical example. Life wanted me to see and experience how our small acts of kindness can have life-changing impact on us and the world we live in.

In the circle of life, every pebble of effort moves us closer to success, quenching our thirst just like it did for the thirsty crow. No act of kindness, no-matter how big or small ever goes vain. The more considerate, humane and kind we are towards others, the higher are the chances someone will be compassionate towards us when we need it most.

This post is a part of Kids Hut activity at BlogAdda.com

Shop smarter with Quikr

This year has been very special for my family. We shifted into our newly built home and embraced modern life, like never before. The humongous effort that went in having the house built from scratch and investment of time, money and effort, greatly affected our investment in any artwork.

Though the home we lived in earlier was our own too, but a new home did call for decor make-over to give our new home a dash of contemporary interior designing. From the past six months, slowly and steadily we are working on this front. The living space on the first floor of our home, has a large blank space. It has been screaming for attention to gift it color and life.

Things changed when Blogadda bestowed me with the ‘Free Shopping Fiesta‘ opportunity. As part of this opportunity, I had the privilege to shop for items worth Rs 5,000/- for my home from Quikr.com, share my experience on the blog and also be in the running of win fabulous prizes.

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There has been much talk about Quikr in our family when my Aunt and cousins successfully sold over all the bric-a-brac of their now-grown-up kids at decent price to de-clutter home on Navratri and managing to bag a steal deal on a 32″ LED TV that was barely three months old. Ever since, mom had been asking dad to create an account to taste the joy of good bargain. When this opportunity, courtesy Blogadda came our way, mom was the most ecstatic among us in the family because she already had a wish list ready.
Since, dad hadn’t been taking mom seriously, mom and I teamed up. Mom’s enthusiasm had been pumped by the daily TVCs of Quikr and the narratives of my aunt.

On the homepage,

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The Quikr Homepage

We comfortably selected our city and proceeded to Register for an account as we both knew in our heart this association is going to go a long way, given the long list of items mom had in mind of getting rid of and off course to buy.

Quick & Easy Registration

Quick & Easy Registration

Location Selector

Location Selector – They serve across the length & breadth of India

We quickly punched in our details, verified the mobile number (with a simple missed call) and voila we were ready to shop & sell in matter of five minutes. With a budget of five thousand, mom and I had reached a consensus on looking for home decor items, keeping in mind the living space on our home’s first floor.

We clicked on the Home & Lifestyle category. One click and I could feel mom’s face light up like a 1000 watt lamp for the variety at offer and the meticulous sub-divisions had made browsing easy, quick and efficient.

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Our search was driven by following key factors:

a. Home decor item(s).

b. Something to add life to our living space.

c. Item that we couldn’t buy otherwise due to unavailability/ rarity / price issues.

d. Our budget was fixed at Rs 5,000 (though we were open for a deal beyond this budget)

e. Location of the product had to be local to enable us to see the item live, before we finalized the deal.

While we sifted through sub-categories, we added so many items to our wish list, to plan our future expeditions on Quikr. Our search finally ended on Paintings (The listing can be found at: http://ajmer.quikr.com/Paintings/Chandravardi-Nagar_Kiranipura_Vaishali-Nagar/w18222220961 )

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Painting listings for my location.

Mom and I have a strong inclination for paintings. Be it on canvas or fabric (in the pictures below the bed sheet has been painted by yours truly) we love decorating our home with them. We both used to paint on canvas, but over the years somehow we haven’t painted cause of one reason or the other. While finding time to paint is next to impossible in our given circumstances (with mom’s health issues and I being busy with Pari), buying a painting from the art exhibition hasn’t been fitting in our budget either. We were well aware that finding a painting big enough to fill the wall could cost a fortune, but trying to buy an old masterpiece in good condition, could fit the bill.

“Painting to me, is a unique experience. Each work is a surprise and has its own personal and intuitive meaning. After brainstorming feelings and memories, each painting evolves freely and independently”. ~ Fernando Araujo

We started browsing. Beauty, talent and colors lay strewn everywhere the cursor went, but either the price or the size of the painting weren’t quite suiting us. In a few circumstances the alignment being vertical went in our disfavor as we need a horizontal piece of art.

We shortlisted a handful of paintings over a couple of days. In the meantime, mom decided to take the situation in her own hands; quite literally. She downloaded the Quikr mobile app and then there was no stopping her from browsing and finding great deals on items, we had no clue we could actually buy in our own small town.

Quikr app screenshot

Quikr Mobile App

All of the paintings we had shortlisted, were well beyond our budget. But mom was confident, there would be room to bargain as we were dealing with real people and not retailers. With Diwali round the corner, we didn’t want to miss on buying one of these masterpieces. Hence, we chose to directly call the sellers instead sending email messages. One of the sellers was out of station for Diwali holidays, one wasn’t interested in bargain and one agreed for a one on one chit-chat to take the deal further.

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We were quite lucky in the fact, that the person who had given a favorable reply owned the painting we had liked the most. A meeting was fixed. Mom and I went over to meet the seller at their home.

The only point of worry in my mind was the quoted price for the painting was Rs 8,500. When we reached their home, the lady whom we’d spoken to, was busy attending to a few guests. Her son took us to have a look at the painting. In one look, mom had made up her mind. This was it. She loved the subtle tones, the folk feel, and the dimensions to fill our living space in scenic rural Rajasthan beauty. The wonderful condition of the painting hinted the love with which it had been cared for.

The family was migrating to Mumbai, that’s where the boy who’d shown us the painting worked. Since he lived in a small apartment, taking the painting along was out of question. The seller (his mother) was emotionally attached to the painting having owned it for over 20 years.

The family was very warm and happenings of the evening had the goodness of people in love with art, interacting. My mom and the lady got along very well right from the start. Slowly we learnt that she was the sister of one of mom’s college mates. It is indeed a small world full beautiful co-incidences. The deal finally sealed suiting our budget (though a little over 5,000). The two (my mom and the seller) agreed up upon more deals as the lady had many other decor and handicraft items to sell (for which she hadn’t posted an ad, as she was waiting to see the outcome of this deal) before leaving for Mumbai.

The painting arrived in our home post Diwali and has adorned the wall as if it was always meant to be here. The seller’s family was very kind in helping transport the painting safely to our home.

The enchanting colors of rural India

The enchanting colors of rural India

Painting at home

A thing of beauty is a joy forever!

Area from a different angle

Area from a different angle

We are trying to evolve this living area with folk feel of cultural Rajasthan. This majestic painting has added a lot of personality, vibrance and life to the dull looking area. We are currently in the process of buying furniture for this space. Looks like Quikr is going to come handy yet again.

It has been quite an eye-opener, learning experience for me.

While I learnt to look at deals of used (but in good condition) items positively, I also learnt that unwanted goods eating dust in the store-room can actually be useful for someone else. Monetary gains for placing an advertisement for FREE is a huge plus, not to forget the multi-lingual, easy to use mobile app which adds to the ease of operation.

Quikr indeed played the perfect match-maker. The seller sold her painting quicker, we bought what we were looking for since a long time at a steal deal and got a friend for life.

If you are like me, Quikr is the place to be to shop all you want at best deals, available locally to see, feel and like before you pay.

  In dark age of inflation, Quikr is the lining of silver,

When cluttered home bites, Quikr is the saviour,

When classified is your need, Quikr is the answer,

When online deals look dubious, Quikr is true & better,

When retailer’s profit sky-rockets, Quikr is cheaper,

What you want is what you get,

With deals in pocket’s harmony,

Spot ad….act quick… don’t be a loser,

Trust… but be clever,

To win… post a picture,

It’s an addiction that’ll never get over,

Shop smarter,

Shop better,

Save bigger,

Only with Quikr,

Buyer seller ka perfect match-maker.

*This post is a part of Quikr.com activity at BlogAdda.com

God is a Gamer

  • Title  – God is a Gamer God is a Gamer
  • Author – Ravi Subramanian
  • Publisher – Penguin Books India
  • Genre – Thriller (Fiction)
  • Pages – 310
  • ISBN – 978-93-5106-461-9
  • Price – 150 INR

Synopsis –  God is a Gamer is an interesting story which takes the reader from the by-lanes of Mumbai to the beaches of Goa, to the imposing buildings in Washington to the financial capital of New York. A story which takes the reader to places unknown, not seen by anybody, but experienced by many – the dark web. The underbelly of the internet. And in the midst of all this, is  a tale of human emotions. A father whose son returns, a politician who wears his heart on his sleeve, a bank CEO who has a secret to protect. Caught in this quagmire is an old time banker whose gaming company is going down the tube, a couple in their twenties trying to find love, and a FBI agent who is trying to drown himself in work to forget his family. Things get a bit heated up when people get killed. Woven across all these stories is the story of Bitcoins, the virtual currency which has taken the world by storm. If some bits and pieces of this book leave you in awe, horrified that such things do happen, rest assured, most of the jaw dropping moments in this book have been inspired by real life events.

Review – The book has an impressive cover capturing the essence of the plot with shades highlighting the thriller genre perfectly. I particularly loved the use of gold in the title that adds to the impact of the well-thought title.

The apt title and the beautiful cover succeed in matching the brilliance of the plot.

God is a Gamer is divided into 99 short chapters, partitioned by the location of the events. The book starts with an introduction to the many characters leading diverse lives, hailing from different corners of the world.

At first, I had to turn back pages to recollect who was who, given the many characters joining the past paced narrative right from onset. Nevertheless, the author has successfully managed to start the book on top gear managing to keep the momentum till you hit the back cover. Yes, the book leaves you craving for more that you actually wish the book never ends.

I could feel the adrenaline rush in the lucid narration spun in rich vocabulary, with not even a single dull moment in the book. The pinnacle of this thriller ride is, you won’t want to stop till you reach the end, not even to grab a bite. The tight plot kept me from indulging into turning the pages quickly because reading every chapter was both a joy and a learning experience.

Even though the plot is fictional, the author has shared vital information on many aspects of the virtual world. It made me ponder, how foolish we are, thinking that being anonymous on the web, we are safe.  In fact, we are all nude inside out.

I wish to congratulate Ravi on the impact of the extensive research done for the book. Particularly the Bitcoins and bringing to life scenes from different parts of the world through a visually rich narrative. The book almost has a double climax, turning tables more than once. I liked the clever use of rings, more than mere ornaments in the plot. The FBI investigation was the high point of this thriller plot. I believe, if ever a movie (preferably Hollywood) is made out of this book, it’ll be worth an Oscar nomination. I also liked the very clever use of the Confessions of a Hooker  as a blog and otherwise.

” We just have to go far back enough in time – to the point when no criminal thinks that far ahead. That’s where you will catch him with his guard down”

There are a few aspects of this otherwise impeccable plot, that I didn’t quite agree with.

** Spoiler Alert **The phishing attack on NYIB was the highlight of the plot and to me it has been executed with the ease an ATM is robbed. Why didn’t the account holders receive any intimation via sms or other means? Wouldn’t this require authentication by the account holder at some point before a withdrawal can be made?

Despite the magnitude of the ATM heist, it somehow lost its steam as soon as Townsville took over in the plot. Varun was left off the hook too easily, just because he successfully planted Laksh Mathur. Despite him being the one handling & heading Townsville and even having visited Ukraine very recently. How did the green bottle find its way in Tanya’s bag (shown in pictures)?

No information about that has been shared despite it being the game changer of the plot. Samsung is a South Korean company by origin.

However while describing the origin of the name Satoshi Nakamoto (Bicoin founder’s virtual name) it is said to have a Japanese Origin. ** Spolier Ends ** 

Question to the author – You have used the real names of many international personalities and organisations like Obama, Tim Cook, Visa, MasterCard, Dell, Apple, Facebook and more. Did you seek permission to use their names in your novel because not all information shared can be verified or is in positive light.

My Verdict - I highly recommend this book to everyone who enjoys fast paced thrillers that keep you on your tenterhooks. The book the power to tempt you to skim through pages in quest to know who is the master-mind, yet not wanting to miss the excitement of every chapter. An absolute page turner.

About the Author – Ravi Subramanian has been described as the ‘John Grisham of banking’, by the Wall Street Journal. An alumnus of IIM Bangalore, he is the author of five bestselling commercial novels—If God was a Banker (2007), Devil in Pinstripes (2009), The Incredible Banker (2011), The Bankster (2012) and Bankerupt (2013)—based on financial crime. God is a Gamer is his latest masterpiece.

Rating - 4/5

P.S. – Thank you Blogadda for sending over an author autographed review copy. This review is a part of the biggest Book Review Program for Indian Bloggers. Participate now to get free books!

Catching The Departed

  • Title  – Catching The Departed CTD
  • Author – Kulpreet Yadav
  • Publisher – Tara India Research Press
  • Genre – Thriller (Fiction)
  • Pages – 255
  • ISBN – 978-81-8386-066-6
  • Price – 299 INR

Blurb on the Book – The dead don’t speak. But sometimes they leave a trail. Andy Karan, an investigative journalist, is tasked to probe one such – the death of a local lawyer.
He ends up grievously wounded. His new-found love Monica’s life is in danger too.
It’s not that Andy wants to live for ever. But to die at the hands of enemies of the nation will be a shame that will transcend even death.

Review – The book has a dark cover in tones perfectly suiting the thriller plot and manages to pump excitement and anticipation in the reader.  I’d like to point that on first impression from the title, I felt it would be a horror novel. Though the blurb of the book hints the reason (death of a local lawyer) as the starting point of the plot and also the inspiration of the title, I believe the title isn’t very apt, failing to capture plot’s true essence.

The cover states  ‘Catching the Departed by Kulpreet Yadav’ was shortlisted for the DNA-Hachette “Hunt for the Next Bestseller” prize. This did have a positive influence in pumping my expectations from the novel, however, what I discovered reading through the pages printed in an eye-friendly font, lies ahead.

This book is #1 in a thriller series with Andy Karan as its protagonist where Andy investigates a murder to end up being sucked into a threat for national security. The book has a fast paced, intriguing first half that builds the suspense and Andy’s character as an investigative journalist with a past in the army, well.

I particularly liked the attention for detail trying to portray Andy as a real, believable hero who fails, makes hasty moves landing in trouble yet has the determination to keep going. His undying spirit pumps life at many points when the story gets predictable and slack.

I wish to congratulate the author in the use of wonderful analogy of the protagonist’s Mahabharata namesake, Karan. Though the analogies are few and far between but they come across as well thought and well-fitting in the novel as well as it’s timing in Mahabharata.

The language is simple and the narrative lucid with one very distracting flaw. The timeline comes across as a bumpy ride with disturbing inconsistencies (especially when trying to gel scene transformations). The author has tried to paint scenes giving picturesque details of the surroundings, but I felt he went a bit overboard in doing the same in the climax.

Monika (Andy’s love interest) in the first half comes across as a smart, secretive, glamorous woman but as the story progresses, she falls victim to no-room given for her character to grow. Without spoiling the suspense or spilling the beans on the plot, I wish to convey that the sequence of events in Murud did portray Monika behaving as a romantic heroine readily sacrificing her entity (and more) just to appease the protagonist. That disappointed me leaving a bad taste.

The second half of the story is disturbingly predictable without delivering a twist in events in the climax, as was hinted on a number of occasions. The master-mind too could have done with more room in the story. I believe, the plot called for bigger, politically sound and powerful accomplices than that have been shown to carry out a mission of this magnitude and gravity.

In the next book (s) of the series I hope to see due care taken to edit the book better to eradicate the roadblocks of grammatical errors and inconsistencies in timeline. The brilliantly drafted plot would evolve as a masterpiece if the author could include more dialogues in the plot, to ‘show more than tell’ and gift the climax sufficient length for impact (to avoid coming across as abrupt).

I recommend the book to everyone who loves reading a fast paced thriller, in a breezy read. The book would make a good one-time read during travel.

About the Author – Kulpreet Yadav the Founder-Editor of Open Road Review, an international literary magazine that has published over 130 writers from 20 countries in the last three years. As a Creative Writing Mentor, Kulpreet has conducted several workshops for aspiring writers in India.

Shortlisted numerous times in literary contests, Kulpreet’s stories and essays have appeared in over 30 publications, in India and elsewhere.

Rating – 3/5

His Runaway Royal Bride

  • Title  – His Runaway Royal Bride HRRB
  • Author – Tanu Jain
  • Publisher – Harlequin India Pvt. Ltd.
  • Genre – Romance (Fiction)
  • Pages – 185
  • ISBN – 978-93-5106-461-9
  • Price – 150 INR

Blurb on the Book – When Maharaj Vidyamann Veer Singh of Samogpur’s beautiful young wife vanished three years ago everyone assumed she was dead. When Veer discovers she’s actually alive and well he’s determined to bring her back home to do her duty…

Meethi loved Veer passionately but felt shackled in the role of his wife. Will they overcome the obstacles to find happiness in marriage?

Review – The book has a beautiful cover in royal tones of red, gold and off-white that captures the theme of the book wonderfully. I particularly loved the red running shoes on the cover. Like the cover, the title of the book has successfully captured the theme of the story.

I am in love with the Indian Author Collection of Mills & Boon because it makes it easier for me to relate to the setting of the story while relishing the goodness Mills & Boon is well-known for.

The book starts on a thriller note which slowly blends in the charming story full of love, passion and an enthralling emotional ride, never losing the mystery element. The plot revolves around the ups and downs in the marital life of Maharaj Vidyamann Veer Singh of Samogpur and his wife wife Meethi.

The book has a unique plot with limited number of characters despite a royal setting.

I wish to congratulate the author on the powerful portrayal of the character of Maharaj Veer Singh. While playing an egoistic, chauvinist, Veer comes across as the ideal dream man who has an aura of realism. He has his due share of star qualities with a pure heart that beats in love while having the strength to own up his mistakes while striving to correct them.

Meethi is a strong willed young girl who wages a war against depression in the loving presence and care of Veer Singh. She fights depression, sickness and all odds to finally take a stand for herself in the climax. Even in the towering presence of Veer, Meethi never fails to impress with her innocence and audaciousness to speak her mind.

The book has captured the emotional upheaval of Meethi well, evoking heartrending pain in the reader. The plot is engaging, language rich, narration lucid and the story has an optimum dose of family drama with the spice of suspense to make this book a very interesting read.

“They sat there in silence for some moments, looking out across the dark wilderness, sparsely dotted with twinkling lights. Life was rushing by and soon their time would be over. And, tragically, they were wasting precious breaths, besieged by complexes and mired in insecurities.’

I particularly loved the sensitivity with which Tanu Jain has slowly ironed out the differences in Veer & Meethi’s married life, helping them see the bigger picture while rediscovering the love that had always been their guiding light.

An entertaining read that I highly recommend to every Mills & Boon fan.

About the Author – Tanu Jain currently lives in Gwalior, India, with her family. This is her second title from the Indian Author Collection of Mills & Boon. Her first book was ‘His Captive Indian Princess’.

Rating – 4/5