Fiction

Book Review | The Stationery Shop of Tehran by Marjan Kamali

Roya and Bahman, the two characters around which the story revolves, would spark in you a fresh urge to fall in love or evoke bygone emotions. A poignant love story that will leave you in tears and this is no exaggeration. Their story dates back to 1953 in Tehran when Iran was going through a lot of disturbance and protests, the story of Roya and Bahman starts from a small book shop. Between the turmoil, their love blossoms and with changing face of Tehran, it also went through the ebb and flow. Choosing different paths in life that looked parallel, do they ever cross their paths again?

Marjan Kamali has given a beautiful and vivid description. It’s so intense and dramatic that each word facilities transporting you to the world of Roya and Bahman. “The sky was lavender and layered with shades of purple so varied, they seemed impossible”, who would not fall in love with such a description and details.

On one side is Roya’s family, shown as progressive and supporting their two daughters in times when women were oppressed; on the other is Bahman, whose mother is self-centred and can put his son’s wishes at stake for her ulterior motives. The book is a reminder that we cannot change the course of our fate no matter what. Despite the efforts to keep in touch, engage and marry each other against all odds, fate had its plan for the duo. It’s heart-touching to imagine their reunion after sixty years. Roya’s life in America and Bahman in Tehran all these years—what made them reunite when they parted forever? “Love: How it tangles” and never leaves!

The last few chapters would leave you heartbroken, haunted and with practical thoughts. Life’s not what we imagine it to be yet it leaves us with the most beautiful memories. “Some things stay with you, haunt you. Some embers nestle into your skin.” –despite all the losses that changed the course of their lives, the losses are irreversible and irrevocable yet the satisfaction of knowing the truth conquers. The book ends on a profound note stating that time is not linear but circular. There is no past, present, future— “The past was always there, lurking in the corners, winking at you when you thought you’d moved on, hanging on to your organs from the inside.”

I am deeply touched by the style of writing the author has presented. I can read this book over and over again. The last book I remember reading and absorbing in this manner was The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri. An amazing correlation and intertwining of characters throughout the book. There are no extras or unnecessary elements in the book. It’s a book for a lifetime and can be added to your collection.

My favourite lines from the book:

“You might think that the world is complicated and full of lost souls, that people who’ve touched your life and disappeared will never be found, but in the end, all of that can change.”

“It was as if she hadn’t stopped hearing it for sixty years. Here was the boy who’d danced with her at Thursday night soirees, who’d kissed her by the jasmine bushes when they decided to marry, who’d written love letters that summer of the coup.”

“She was with a stranger here. She was with her love. She held these two truths in her mind at the same time and found it hard to speak…Maybe old love just ran through the decades unfettered, unimpeded, even when denied.”

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Book Review | The Cuckoo’s Calling by J.K.Rowling aka Robert Galbraith

It is a compelling crime fiction that will keep you glued till the last page. I was able to finish this 500-page book within a week. The death of a model, named Lula Landry, falling to her death from her apartment building was proved to be a suicide after a thorough investigation; her brother, John Bristow had his doubts. He, later on, hires a private investigator Cormoran Strike to look into the case.

Book Review | The Cukko’s Calling | JKRowling | AppyTales by Anupriya Mishra

Strike with the help of his temporary secretary Robin unfolds interesting aspects related to the crime scene and people known to the model. Strike is a war veteran whose struggles are shown realistic and painful at times. Yet, nothing deviates him from the objective of finding the cues to the case and servicing his client with utmost honesty, despite having no hope in the case initially while accepting it. His financial crisis urges him to accept the case which he thought to be an open and shut case. The more he digs into the model’s life and set of complexities related to it, the grimmer it looked to him with a hint of danger hovering on him and a few others related to this case.

A clean and gripping read and a remarkable book. This book becomes one of my favourites in the crime fiction genre and I’m motivated to read more of such books. The life of the protagonist, a war veteran turned private detective, is so well portrayed, you can’t stop falling in love with the character. The story scenes in and around London and is sure to fascinate you.

You will have to read the book to know if it was a suicide or murder and if anyone was involved in building a situation for Lula to jump off her apartment. All I can say is, you would love the book more with each passing chapter and to learn how excellently the plot ripens and concludes.

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Book Review: A Second Chance With Love In Corona by Abhinav Kashyap

A sweet love story of Kabir and Kia, this novella by Abhinav Kashyap gives an essence of how a married couple, living under the same roof and distant with time, come close and transform their relationship during the pandemic.

Pandemic brought tough times, especially the lockdown. When the news of lockdown broke suddenly, people went helter-skelter. There was a state of commotion. Everybody thought initially they would be shattered, their jobs and so many other things which become the livelihood and life support for families were at stake. A second chance with love in Corona sums up these feelings precisely through protagonists, Kabir and Kia and how they make the best of this time.

The story is about the duo who hardly could spend their sweet time together, since right after their honeymoon, due to the busy work schedule of husband. They now had all the time for themselves, thanks to the lockdown. During this period, they rediscover themselves and keep aside the adversity to rekindle the spark in their married life. It’s worth a read.

The book is a light hearted, bed time kind of an emotional read. Written somewhat in an informal and casual language, this 13 page book is a ‘take a break’ sort of writing. The climax of the book ends on a positive and a happy note conveying the underlying message, life does give a second chance, only if you know how to turn an adversity into an opportunity.

I congratulate the author, Abhinav Khashyap on his first book and hope there are many more to come. Best wishes!

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Pages: 13

Availability: Kindle

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Book Review: The Mother I Never Knew by Sudha Murthy

Life is a big quest. If you start finding the reasons for everything, you may just end up losing your sanity. There are many sages who advice not to dig into the past.

Contrary to which, this refreshing book with two novellas present a gripping family drama of two men who are on their respective expeditions to validate some life events and bitter truths they explore later in their lives.

Why I found this book riveting and worth writing a review is because it comes with a strong message of coming to terms with past mistakes and not running from them. The sense of satisfaction one gets in exploring the unexplored and mending mistake knows no bounds and the book passes the message mightily. Once you face your biggest fears and accept the truth, you have nothing to hide or run away from. You can live peacefully in utter joy. Makes so much sense to me.

Sudha Murty needs no introduction. Her writing is simple yet intriguing. Even in her simplicity of words she gracefully weaves a plot within a plot. A simple story unveils an unexpected ending leaving you in absolute bewilderment.

Adding a new favourite author in my list hereafter. I’ll be reading more of her books and have decided to make a collection of her novels. Hope you like the book as much as I do. #bookreview

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Pages: 206

Publisher: Penguin

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Missing (Part – III)

Our Story

Name of the Team: tête-à-tên

Read the previous part of the story here Part I, Part II

Juhu Beach, Mumbai – 14:00 HRS. -18:00 HRS

“Ah! Mumbai –I love you” exclaimed Jennifer capturing the perfect shot with her Nikon D7100 for her assignment on coastal lives. Capturing the changing coastal landscape all they way from Cochin to Mumbai. She had developed a knack of capturing faces and places using natural light to better the effect.

It was difficult to figure out what was more radiant–the flash in the camera or its owner. Jennifer chose  fluorescent colored  accessories that adorned her slender neck and silky arms. The royal blue phoenix tattoo needed a refill but still stood out as her message to the world. A near perfect example of a dusky southern belle with a chic sense of dressing. A carefully-careless sense of style,white cotton shirt half tucked in her casual pair of mint-colored shorts.

She panned the camera west to east capturing the essence of the ever busy Mumbai streets. Children playing on the beach, food stalls, flies, smoke billowing from a kettle, vendors and their trinket stallswomen walked down the street with their baskets perfectly balanced over their heads and babies by their sides draped in a typical Maharashtrian style Sari. Serpentine queues waiting for the bus on the other side of the road. Few steps away from the bus stand was a little girl in a frilly frock and two pony tails, perhaps with her elder brother, enjoying the strawberry ice creams. A bunch of girls, fashionistas, were chit chatting, sitting on a rock by the road. A middle aged couple sheepishly held each others hand, oblivious to the world going by, looking into each others eyes as the sun prepared to set in the backdrop.

There was a shot for every moment.Jennifer could not have asked for more.

 

Versova, Mumbai – 19:45 HRS. -20:30 HRS

It was nearly impossible to recognize the elegant Tara with all the scruffiness. Her puffed eyes gave away her mindset. She pressed the third button on the elevator at least a dozen times. Digging into the handbag, she searched for the keys and her cell phone.

“Yes, here it is”, Tara mumbled irritatingly. The clanking of the keys did not distract her from unlocking the main door with one hand while she speed dialled Shekhar’s number with the other. “Shekhar, any clue?”, she asked hopefully, yet knowing the response. “I’m trying my best,‘sweetheart?’, the word echoed in her mind for a fraction of a second, but the pain of her missing daughter overshadowed it.

‘Tara, did you post it on Facebook?’he asked.‘Huh – oh yes, I think, uh no, let me check’ she stuttered.  “Bye”, and he disconnected the callTara rushed towards her laptop. Her fingers mistyped a number of times a simple message. A cry for help from a helpless mother. As the hands of the clock rolled over, she cried incessantly, while writing a note about her missing cherub. She picked up her favorite picture – Roohi in a cheerful mood and colorful attire. Tara made sure that her daughter’s face was identifiable and cropped the rest of the photograph.

Tara Dutta had never been so nervous before entering a ‘post!’  Parallely, she called up her entire contact list friends and relatives alike, to spread the word. Within no time there were 80 comments and 261 shares. Shares looked more convincing to her than the sympathetic and sorry messages. Some even clicked on the “Like” button.

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Ramada Hotel, Juhu. Mumbai – 20:15 HRS-21:00 HRS

Just when Jennifer was about to close the Facebook page, it refreshed. Her selection went from “Most recent to Top Stories”.“Holy crap! Haven’t I seen this little one before?”, Jennifer sat up on the bed. “How is it possible? Where have I seen her?” “I must’ve spotted somewhere!” her mind went on a time loop.She clicked on the profile details just to double check the hunch.Yet she could not point exactly why she felt a sense of déjà vu.

Jennifer kept on reading the comments and messages so that she could place the picture to the right location. Not able to find a connection, she switched off the laptop and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. And then it struck her. ‘Yes the camera’! She yelped.

Capturing shots from the time she set foot in Mumbai, her camera had one thousand two hundred and thirty four photographs. Her fingers never tired browsing through those hundreds of images of the mayanagri in hopes of finding the little kid in one of its lanes.

The pictures covered the essence of this majestic city with a visage of young and old, rich and poor, the happy and the sad but none had managed to capture the little miss sunshine.When Jennifer was almost on the verge of giving up, she saw a similar face. A black and white photo of a little girl slurping an ice cream amidst the smoke and dust of the heavy traffic near Juhu Tara Road. ‘That’s her! I knew I had seen her. This is unbelievable!’

She went back to the Facebook post and compared the two photographs, back and forth, not once, not twice, but at least for fifty times before she could believe her eyes were trueThey found Roohi.

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To read more, click Part IV

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