These tales, as you can probably figure out, include Gods (not much of Goddesses), sages, kings (but not much of queens), king’s daughters (princesses), and their husbands (mostly princes), curses, boons, sacrifices, animals who can talk, royal marriages, friendships, pride, demons, herdsman, ghosts, fairies, and mortal humans.
If each of the 18 short stories in this book is a bead, then the thread that holds them together is ‘memories’ and the book is thus, a pretty compact garland.
This book goes on talking about many such issues that considered a hush-hush affair in almost every Indian household. This book jumps from one issue to another swiftly. Just like we fall into those dark pits, without knowing so ourselves, and only realizing it after we’re somewhat lost.
These pages contain poems and prose, about challenges, conversations, love, heartbreak, self-love, self-discovery, and many more that you will definitely be able to relate.
The “story” is just a hotchpotch of a few Bollywood movies set in a foreign country about characters that are very Indian but with foreign names.
The author’s love for comic books gripped me even more tightly as I could relate to his fascination with heroes saving the world. But what made me read with awe is his tiny 12-year-old head calculating business plans. His passion was evident and had started to drive him right from a very young age.
Consider these books to be three parts of a giant puzzle. Without one part, it’s just incomplete. Some parts might just not make sense.
Erika is living a standard life. She works at a flower store, is actively dating, and lets her best friend make quite a few important decisions of her life as well. She meets a guy and not only just that, she gets married to him in a week’s time.
I was taken aback by the type of writing that I came across in this book. Beautiful descriptions of the settings were something that I loved. It felt like I was present in the mesmerizing hills of Nilgiris.