I felt it as a best book which is apt for children literature but the story fits all the age groups . Leonardo Adriel has always been a fan of deep fantasy and this book is never less. The story begins with a family set up and friends of our protagonist Leon. Leon get scary dreams due to loss of hid brother and those dreams means something everytime. So he starts his journey with his group. In this entire first book Leon goes in search of meaning for his dreams. The book has an interesting title and an attractive cover page. While reading I was completely in Leonardo’s world of fantasy and very much escape of reality.
Not only job, background, money, family is important for a marriage a person’s sexuality is also important.
“He just married my utreus”(Quoted from the text).This line startled me for a second during my read. Secrets to mismarriages by Rucha Joshi shows you a different dimension of marital life from a normal well being. I would say this book is a reflection of hidden reality which exists in our common day life.
The first story of Riya is just an example of every victims story who is betrayed, cheated, went to a great trauma without doing any mistake rather than loving their partner without knowing their sexuality. People hide their sexuality and marry due to social and family presure but in the end of the day the girl who believes that drama becomes the prey. Some rebuild their life, some goes into depression, some women take years to come out of it and some stay the same. This is what the secrets of mismarriages is all about. Physical and mental trauma a spouse undergoes when they marry a opposite gender. This book mainly focuses on woman who are deceived by men who marry clueless straight girls to cover up their actual identity.
The book is full of knowledge regarding relationship and what are the mistakes in marriage that is a “Mis-marriages”. Preface was really exciting for the further read for me. The definition of love which author gave was really factual and the four pillars concept in relationship was helpful for anyone who needs a clarity regarding how a person should keep the spark alive in a relationship. Simple language and perfect way of narration is the positive side of the book. In my case I felt little slow and lag inbetween. On the whole the book is a knowledgeable guide for all the women to be mentally stable who enter into a marital life or for some women to over come it. Interesting title and you can read it in one sitting.
It’s always better to make calls than text, its better to meet in person and have conversations, it’s better to accept ignorance, it’s better to accept priorities in someone’s life, it’s better to have little concern on your close best friends, it’s better to take different roads, it’s better to sit idle and talk with moons and stars, it’s better to have a lifelong than having a modern unhappy fairytale, it’s better to have some mother’s food, it’s better to have father’s gifts, it’s better to have your love beside you sleeping in peace, it’s better to have a book beside your pillows every night, it’s better to dance in rain, it’s better to have a sunshine facial every morning, it’s better to have a warm hug, it’s better to watch cartoons, it’s better to learn new things, it’s better to leave your old habits… In the end it’s better the way you see and it’s better the way you live.
I can see so many broken hearts lying down, you know what? It’s not fate its choice. The choice to hold our only love no one else in it. However bad he or she is, the first innocent love stays forever.
It’s the choice!
It’s the choice!
It’s the choice! made by our heart.
In all my nights and all my dreams his tender hands drags my waist and wraps my arms. I just peep into his buttons to hear his heart and have a warm hug. It was a breathless state and my nerves froze. Unsung desires were triggered up, it was a slip of my lip and I was not in sense. I fell into his hands and waved through his touch and all I know is to keep his close. It was a fierce lust and we loved each other till the flames misplaced our friendly desire.
All these days I was in reverie tailing behind him and now I realized my falsehood. Screaming aloud vibrantly throughout the day lying crooked, face hidden in darkness I felt light amidst the chaos. My heart made its last beat, blood stained walls were dimming low from my eyes. My eyelids started to rest in its permanent place. My soul hanging aloof I was watching my own corpse having its permanent sleep. Suddenly I heard a voice echoing around the room. I turned all around slowly I sat beside my corpse and there I heard my last words “Here my love hear my words, you left me in choice but I burned myself in our live”.
BOOK 📚: Duplicity A twisted love story.
“Life is beautiful when you have loved ones with you, how true is that? “(Quoted from the text) That’s how the story begins and the story ends as an answer to it. Everything is love isn’t it? Love for Nature, Love for chocolates, love for pets and even more. But when it comes to Love towards same gender there comes a huge crowd opposing it. That too in India it’s still a matter of issue. Some don’t understand and some don’t accept. The Book Duplicity throws light upon the LGBTQ community. The important idea the author shows us is the acceptance of LGBTQ people by young generations.
Nick, Raphael and Emily are the three characters and the whole plot revolves around them. All three comes from a typical Indian family but they didn’t hesitate to reveal their sexuality and dreams to their parents. I liked the character sketch of Emily,a strong female character who struggles hard till the end in order to hold her true loved ones. A modern women who has eyes full of dreams and heart full of love. She considers this marriage as a great relief. Being a caged bird and not in a place where she should be makes her burst out after her marriage. Does Emily achieves her dream? Does Raphael accepts or denies his Marita life? Does Nick stays with his loved one?. Read this wonderful book to get answers for all these questions.
Author has a unique style of writing and she always speaks on a social subject not for women but for humanity and love. Her writing inspires me a lot which throws multiple arrows of queries in my mind. Usage of strong vocabulary in right place, alignment of scenes and Nigama stands as an expert in her lucid way of narration. I’m excited to read Nigama’s next book “love? May be?”.
Love is always love!
When the clock ticks seven
It’s our time to have happy heaven
Standing high and hot in cloudless north
We used to wish those glaring rays.
Watering those reedy and weedy grass
We used to have our coffee biscuits
With a loud laugh of happy four
Washing my father’s car
Splashing those waters high
Through the yard of happy roam
Throwing each other’s snowy foam
All those days are passed as gray.
Heads and toes closed in blankets
Thinking of those rushing weekdays
Longing for those sleepy weekends
I just want to run to my happy past!
I just want to run to my happy past!
“Every night is a hope of tomorrow’s first light” that’s how I believe life. Born in a conservative surrounding family was a big barrier to achieve my dreams. When I was fifteen years old my parents arranged for my marriage so I wrote a letter and stepped out. It was an immediate action ‘No more compromises’ my mind whispered.
LETTER TO MY LOVED ONES
“Dear Appa and Amma all these days I was a small cuckoo living inside your nest which you built but now I want to build my own life. I am not in search of a great empire, I want to build my own hut. One day I will fly like a colorful butterfly and I will make you feel proud. Till then I have to take a small break from us. Love you Amma! Love you Appa! And I will badly miss my little sister” “YOU ARE REMEMBERED FOR THE RULES YOU BREAK”
With love and guilt
Leaving my parents was not that much easy that too being a girl I was put into a lot of mental and physical traumas. I left my house with some amount and joined a reputed college Bangalore with the help of my friend Sai. He is my school buddy and he settled in Bangalore two years back with his family. He asked me to stay in his house but I don’t want to be a burden to someone else I believe in myself. I stayed in a Pg hostel and used to visit him every weekend. I spent all my money in my career. What’s next? A job. I did all petty jobs like working in parlors, super markets, sales girl, and receptionist and so on. I worked really hard and completed my studies. I got placed in IIM as a team head of operation BLISS a platform for all the college students to get skilled and have paid internships. I didn’t go in search of my parents in the past ten years and they also didn’t come in search of me. I used to send letters every month but I never got a reply from. I know they are angry at me but I never thought my life will change into a twirl in a day. One fine evening Sai came running to my office, I saw him through the glasses of my cabin. Since I was in a meeting with my head person, the receptionist didn’t allow him so I excused myself and left the meeting hall. ‘Can’t you understand the seriousness? I need to see Bharati now’ Sai was shouting at the receptionist. ‘OMG’ I gave a long breath and stopped him. ‘Why are you so much tensed Sai?’ I asked him in a low tone because the whole office was staring at us. ‘Uncle is no more Bharati!’ he said in a melancholic tone. ‘What uncle? Oh shit! What happened to your father Sai?’ I asked him in fear. ‘It’s your father not mine’ he screamed in anger. I was shocked at first and went speechless for a few minutes. ‘I booked the tickets in the red bus so go and pack your stuff’ he broke the silence. ‘I don’t believe your words Sai, how did you get the information?’ I asked him in a confused state. Sorry to say Bharati your mother used to call me every two weeks without your father’s knowledge. She doesn’t want you to know about this, she wants you to focus on your career. Today she called me at 11pm and cried that your father passed away’ he said in teary eyes because in childhood we both used to sit and hear stories from my father. I stood still staring those flower pots in the blue screened windows but today the flowers looked dry and I felt even the flowers were mourning for my father’s death. We both boarded the bus which sai booked, I took the window seat and my mind started to wander in past memories. Theni in my motherland and I always feel proud to be born in this wealthy soil.
A place filled with natural wonders
Stands proud in the southern range
A land of beautiful green hills
And thick silver lined clouds
Is the home of ‘HIDDEN PARADISE’?
Yes, it’s my motherland.
My father comes from a poor family background so his life was full of fights and hardships but he never failed to have a smile. That face of hard smile hides so much of struggles and sufferings. Throughout my journey the smile of my father flashed in my eyes. It was morning 5am and we reached our destination. Sai collected all the luggages from the back door of the bus and we waited for a taxi. Nothing changed; it was the same old mud buildings, a large banyan tree in the entrance with the Lord Ganesha statue, yellow, black and red ropes handing in all the branches of the tree. Since my father is a great man and good hearted, everyone in the village used to treat him with huge respect so I heard those voices of whole village people mourning for my father’s death. ‘We don’t want to wait, it’s only a few kilometers. It will take only a half an hour of walk, ‘ Sai instructed me and we both started to walk into our village. By seeing those paddy and sugarcane fields I got reminded of my little sister Rithika. I always call her as nature’s darling. When I left her she was seven years old. I always felt jealous by seeing her connect between her and nature.
Running through the meadows
Playing through the streets
Flowers blooms by her gentle touch
Ants and beetles marches on mud
By leaving a way for our nature’s darling. We have a beautiful golden shower tree at our home; I planted when Rithika was born. Tree and Rithika grew together for seven years. She used to water them every day and the leaves will respond to all her actions. ‘Isn’t it magical?’I used to think but after leaving home I forgot both of them. In order to escape from marriage plans I eloped from home and I don’t regret it. All the way through the home I was thinking all my childhood memories. Sai was walking silent for a long time and he asked me calmly ‘Don’t you feel crying after hearing of your father’s death?’ I smiled and said ‘After stepping out of my home I never cried, for the past ten years I never cried for anything. Life is unimaginable and unexplainable’ when I completed the sentence I saw an old hermit meditating under a large banyan tree. I felt something fishy and my body felt a magnetic force grasping me towards him. I stopped near the tree and stared at him for so long. Sai was pulling me with force shouting that ‘it’s already late we have to leave immediately’ but I stood unmoved. When the hermit opened his eyes he gave a violent laugh ‘Ha Ha Haaaaaa…. Silly girl, run fast you have a lot to see’ he said and continued his violent laugh. I stood bewildered but Sai pulled me back and we started to walk again. After a few minutes we reached our home. Huge men crowd stood outside and all the women were lamenting sitting around my mother. I saw a small girl having a huge bun in brunette hair and her beautiful blue eyes looked like a blue ball floating in a red pool. She was sitting near a wooden coffin and I understood my father was resting in peace. The coffin was placed in our garden. Every village man and woman’s eyes were staring at me. I didn’t go to my mother and I didn’t see my sister. I walked straight inside my home and again nothing changed. When I entered I felt the whole world froze, the same old artshai wood clock’s pendulum stood still and the walls smelled the same. I still remember where my father used to sit so I set foot inside his big room. The bookshelf was filled with a lot of books and tamil magazines and in the corner of his room there was a butternut colored wooden table and I saw my father wearing his big black circled glasses flipping the pages. By seeing me he slowly removed his specks and stood from his wooden chair. What else the next I ran into his arms. ‘Where were you all these days kutty? You never thought of seeing this old father ah? How grown up you are now.’ he stood in tears and I cried aloud asking him sorry for his questions. He continued by slowly patting my head ‘it’s time to leave kutty, take care of amma and sister. I know you are grown building your own hut as you said so I believe you will make appa even more proud. Don’t go anywhere hereafter, the house is yours my child you are my brave girl who didn’t cry all these ten years so I understood your daring and bold heart. Suddenly there was a huge rush in air through the window and my father disappeared in smoke leaving a bronze key in my right hand. I yelled in pain and Sai embraced me, taking me out. Rithika came calling me ‘Akka’ and we both hugged and cried sitting near my father’s coffin. My mother was also sitting unmoved. Tears were rolling on her cheeks but she sat unmoved leaning her head against the coffin. Since my father didn’t have a son I did all the rituals at home and Sai was beside me in all the happenings. In villages women are not allowed to go near the graveyard so Sai did all the rituals like his own father. That night amma and Rithika didn’t sleep and Sai was sitting beside them silently. I went and broke the silence ‘did you all have your dinner?’I asked them. My mother said ‘all these years we had our own dinner so I don’t want anyone to care for us anymore’ she said in a strict tone. I know she is angry with me so it’s time to console my mother. ‘amma sorry for leaving you alone and I promise I won’t leave you and rithika hereafter’ immediately Sai also nodded yes. By seeing Sai nodding playfully Rithika laughed. Everyone slept but I didn’t, so I came out holding that bronze key which my father gave and was staring at Orion’s belt. They are nothing but three stars that stay connected in the sky.
Hey, lonely prince
I can hear your unsung griefs,
I can see your empty heart,
Once it was like a garden of tulips,
But now it looks like pale onions.
Why is that so?
Why is your door shut?
Why are you so hard for me?
Why don’t you feel the same?
I know you are a lovable soul,
But do you know where your soul is destined?
Why do you crook yourself?
Why don’t you brook into a colorful tale?
Can’t you hear my heart?
Can’t you see those spears plundering in someone’s heart?
I can’t mend your past Loops ,
But I can untie them with my own luve.
I don’t know how to make you smile,
I don’t know how to make you mine,
All I can confess is,
Will you be my forever poetry? …………