Pravin Anand's latest book, Mumtaz and Taj Mahal, is more about retelling a tale of love, a monumental love that saw the Taj rising. He has used his imagination to colour the realities into a realistic-fiction in which he glorifies…
मेरे स्वप्नों को वसंत-स्वप्न के बाहर प्रेम-सत्य की धरा पर, कुछ ऐसे तुमने उतारा है, प्रिये, मानो जीवंत हो गए हों पुनः वो सारे पुष्प जो मुरझाये से थे रेतीले सागर के गहराई में, पीड़ित,वंचित और उपेक्षित से। छूकर प्यार…
Phidalia Toi is back with another stunning analytical book on the NDA government's fourth year at the centre. The Evening is the fourth and penultimate instalment of the series Marathon Race to Acche Din by the author from North-East India…
It strikes; you wish or not. It does strike - the vehement anguish of knowing everything that was, is and will be ahead. I saw your rise. I see my fall. Surmise. I knew always. My truth is beyond your…
I have always been a fan of poetry and reading new poetry collections has always been a hobby of mine. And this time, I have stumbled upon a collection which is rather sentimental and based on true incidents - incidents…
Before I get into the details, let me share some facts about Suraj Laxminarayanan's debut novel, a crime thriller piece of fictional literature. The first important thing that a reader should know is that the author has taken almost 3…
कुछ तो था कहीं न कहीं अधूरा मुझमें, और शायद तुम में भी। वर्षों की तन्हाई, एक लम्बी जुदाई, अलग-अलग राहों पे अपने-अपने सफर, अनजान, खोये अपने जीवन में हम-तुम कुछ तो हुआ तुम्हें और फिर मुझे भी की…
Hello friends, I hope you all are well and waiting for the festivities to begin - Durgapuja and then a small wait for Diwali. Meanwhile, I have composed a few poems and created a poetry collection. The collection has been…
Sons and Lovers, the novel, holds a very important place in my life. I have read it as a student and then studied it as a grown-up man having literary occupations. Both the times, I had that mesmerising effect which…
The street lamp emits white and cold light tonight, as usual. It's 2 AM. Dogs bark and tear the breast of silent street, like every other night. I explore the corridor occasionally. Either happiness or sadness embraces my heart…
