Book Review-The Colours of Passion

The Colours of Passion

Author- Sourabh Mukherjee

Publisher- Readomania

Format- Paperback

M.R.P- 250

No. of pages- 237

This is my first book reading of the author Sourabh Mukherjee. Well it's a common act by any reader to check out stuff of the writers belonging to their same region, but staying in Kolkata this book will make you imagine the streets as the story goes along. Thanks to Amazon and WritersMelon for this review copy.

It's a murder mystery filled love story which caught me by surprise for the way the author designed its plot. Intriguing with so many characters there was a movie running in my eyes with every single word I read. It includes some bitter truths about our film industry, the rumours we hear from media about spat between actors, love affairs, flings, personally I feel there is a certain amount of truth hidden in them. Yes, the media surely exaggerates any incident but that is what attracts us to read the article or interview etc in the first place. There is depiction of the social behaviour of a lover facing social stigma in the societies of our incredible country.

The story starts with the headlines of murder mystery of an actress after being brutally raped leading into an police investigation with a leading detective into such diversity of suspects all being equally important. It amazes me how the author could think of such variety of plots, then interlinking them well enough to give goosebumps to his curious readers. After that it moves on to another actor's suicide cum homicide, such murders one after another will indeed give you an adrenaline rush while you read it towards the end. No matter how much I guessed the outcome yet the author took me by surprise with such an unexpected finish. The beginning hitted off great, the in-between storyline got pretty much mundane but it had a fantastic end and I would suggest you to surely check it out, especially those looking for crime mystery/thriller with Indian touch.

A wonderful thriller piece by Sourabh Mukherjee making me greedy to read more of his suspense detective novel.

From the book-

“Sometimes the deepest of the wounds need the simplest of words to heal.”

“In a split second, I pushed him. Off the edge of that balcony. And I watched him fall to sleep, to eternal peace that his tormented soul demanded.”

Rating- 4/5

Happy reading fellas!

©Auldrin❤

Poetry

Poetry. It has been occupying a lot of my mind lately. I wanted to build a page just for my poems, which I finally did (breathholdingspells.wordpress.com) because maybe getting published is actually a dream somewhere buried in my heart. But some dreams are beautiful as it is.
This time it's more, I've realised the words really float in our subconscious mind waiting for a trigger either audio or visual or even sensory and then the notes begin. Like a song where the music still plays when the lyrics aren't being sung.
This time it's about originality, anything and everything I think I write, I design, I draw and I take pictures of every subtle thing for it was bold enough to catch my attention. Like a fallen flower after its full bloom looks so serene. Like the smooth crispy pencil sharpenings still twisted into a perfect flower. Like an old peacock feather once kept in my diary now torn and out of shape yet only its memories afresh. Like a newly grown interest in calligraphy which makes it harder to separate from writing now.
It is just a wordplay and I take pride in it. In the world where people play with each other's emotions, feelings, I chose to play with the words. I might pick them from mid-sentences, I may even leave them incomplete but I will let you perceive its meaning in your own satisfying way.
Some may have an advanced language touch, some may be a part of your daily conversations and some may sound just like usual words. Just remember they are powerful, if not to you but to someone. Ohh not necessarily me, for there are people hungry enough, craving for love, that they might just need them.

So let's see how far it takes thee cause the love for poetry shall never die in me.

Happy reading folks!

©Auldrin❤

Rain and Love

the rain still lingers

just like your taste

it doesn't matter what

was washed away

cause you're on my lips

the battering sound

of the windows

helped me to sleep

like a lullaby being sung

especially for me

my eyes open

into the same direction

like i daily do where

my beautiful plants

sit and bloom

every morning i find

previous day's wilted flower

and a fresh new bud

reminiscent of our love

blossoming each night

i feel cold but

comforting too for

the earthy aroma

has the power being

a natural healer

i still lay in bed staring

at your tranquilness

i do this all the time

for the fear you'll be

gone soon after

-©Auldrin❤

Book Review-Milk and Honey

Milk and honey

Author- Rupi Kaur

Publisher- Andrews McMeel Publishing

Format- Paperback

M.R.P- 499

No. of pages- 208

Milk and Honey is an anthology written by a young prolific writer, Rupi Kaur. A collection of poetry, prose, and hand-drawn illustrations, the book has four chapters dealing with four common issues developing in a young mind. These are titled as "the hurting", "the loving", "the breaking", and "the healing". The author designed the book from cover to cover, illustrating pictures that were woven in with her words.

The hurting describes different emotions of a female mind and body, about the silence a girl learns from her mother, the inappropriate touch by the males and the pain of a heaving chest radiating to down there.

The loving expresses the unconditional love of a mother who gives her everything (mind, body, soul) in bringing a new life into this world. The loving shows the passion of a couple which lays hidden during an argument but emerges out erotically on making up.

The breaking will capture your mind, the wilting love will make you travel back to all those relationships where you forgot to breathe and the words will help you find solace no matter it all ended. Eventually it will leave you with a smile and praise for the author.

The healing will teach you to believe first in your own self because that is the moment when you rehabilitate back into the world, your heart mends slowly, your mind feels healthy and you feel blissful.

From the book-

• the thing about having

       an alcoholic parent

       is an alcoholic parent

       does not exist

       simply

       an alcoholic

       who could not stay sober

        long enough to raise their kids (39)

• what am i to you he asks

       i put my hands in his lap

       and whisper you

       are every hope

       i’ve ever had

       in human form (49)

• the very thought of you

       has my legs spread apart

       like an easel with a canvas

       begging for art (57)

• you might not have been my first love

       but you were the love that made

       all the other loves

       irrelevant (63)

• it wasn't you i was kissing

       - don't be mistaken

       it was him on my mind

       your lips were just convenient (113)

• i don't know why

       i split myself open

       for others knowing

       sewing myself up

       hurts this much

       afterward (125)

• perhaps the saddest of all

      are those who live waiting

      for someone they're not

      sure exists

      - 7 billion people (157)

• for you to see beauty here

      does not mean

      there is beauty in me

      it means there is beauty rooted

      so deep within you

      you can't help but

      see it everywhere (192)

These are just a few words I shared here but there is a whole new world in the book. Take your favourite cup of tea/coffee and go on read it!

Rating- 4.5/5

I have the beautiful rains waiting for me by the window.

Sayonara!

-©Auldrin❤

Book Review-The Liberation of Sita

The Liberation of Sita
Author- Volga (Popuri Lalitha Kumari)
Publisher- Harper Collins India
Format- Paperback
M.R.P- 199
No. of pages- 132

Our childhood mythologies include the very famous Valmiki’s Ramayana, the fourteen years of exile & return to Ayodhya of Lord Rama, his wife Sita and younger brother Laxmana, from which we are taught about moral values and ethics.

But how do we all remember Sita?

As Purushottam Rama’s wife?
Or
As Janaka’s daughter?

This is because father’s pride before a wedding becomes husband’s pride after the one. A woman is believed to carry her man’s name.

The Liberation of Sita as the name only suggests is the self realisation story of Sita as the daughter of Earth goddess after she was abandoned by Lord Rama. During this arduous journey she meets other extraordinary women like Surpanakha, Renuka, Urmila and Ahalya who have broken free from all that held them back: husbands, sons and their notions of desires, beauty and chastity. While Rama on the other hand too must reconsider and weigh out his role as a King and as a man deeply in love with his wife. It is reliving the epic Ramayana through Sita’s eyes.
Sita raises her two sons by herself living in an ashram where she loves peace, beauty and wildness of the deep forest, a contrast to her splendid capital stays of the past. In the beginning she is full of pain and confusion but meeting one woman after another, listening about their paths, she questions Rama and his dharma, her own identity, complex nature of fidelity. By the end she is sure about herself. Her actual origin, values, and her need for no one, not even her husband. This novel is one of the feminist best by Volga.
Somehow the story still depicts how our society doubts a woman but not a man. A man is still the dominant soul and his wife should always do according to his wishes. This book is a must read lesson to all women out there to know about and realise their own-selves.

From the book-

“I am the daughter of Earth, Rama. I have realised who I am. The whole universe belongs to me. I don’t lack anything. I am the daughter of Earth.

Rama was left speechless by these solemn words.

Devoid of Sita’s support, Rama tasted defeat for the first time in his life. By refusing to bow down to external authority, Sita had fully experienced, for the first time, the inner power of self-authority."(41)


Rating- 4.2/5
Happy reading friends!

-©Auldrin❤

The underground library (TheTelegraphicTales)

This story goes back to the year 2010, in the month of february when I was in eleventh standard. Every weekend I used to go to south extension, Delhi, Aakash institute for medical coaching. You must have heard about its extensive market. One fine day an underground library caught my eyes and after my classes were over I went there. Aaahhh the inside was so mesmerizing that I felt high as if someone pushed my type of drug directly into my veins. Being a teenager I went upto the romance section to check out the old classics but a boxed set of Stephenie Meyer’s “Twilight” made me stop. It was so beautiful that I felt the need to buy it immediately yet somehow I controlled my thirst for another day and planned how to trick my mother to come along with me the next day. My plans worked sequentially to bring mum for dropping me at the centre saying that the class started early, which on reaching she saw there’s still time so we decided to go strolling around the place and happened to find an underground library. So finally I played my trump card that my birthday was in another 6 days and how about she buy me a gift here only. As pleasing as I sounded she agreed too since it was a reasonable point. After a few minutes, I held the boxed set in my arms happily like a new born baby with tears of joy in my eyes and greed of when I would start reading it.
Suddenly I fell down to the earth after being on cloud nine for a while. You know you cant trick mothers they have an inbuilt basic instinct of catching every possible mischief that you intend to do. She took the box and gave me the first book saying I can have one for now but the remaining I shall get on my birthday. Still being satisfied I agreed as just one book was so thick it would anyhow take me 4-5 days to finish reading.
Soon I was captured in the maze of words created by the author and like its vampire character craved to read more and more and more. Sleepless & hungry like a beast I was coming towards the end of the book after approximate 20hrs of buying so I eagerly started searching for the other books wondering where can mother hide them. The search mission was a bliss when I found the beautiful box lying at the bottom-most shelf of an almirah in the store room where apparently she thought it was wise to hide. Well I too being her daughter had my share of victory but to also respect her decision, somewhat indirectly as my childish brain could think, I kept back the first novel and took the second one of the series for I knew she would only count the number of novels in the box rather than reading the names. Genius! wasn’t I ? hahaha..yes ofcourse..and so it happened that in a span of 5 days I had finished all the four novels of the series when finally on the 6th day, which was my birthday she gifted me the remaining ones.
I told her the truth about this just few weeks back when I was home, cleaning my inhouse-library, when I remembered those times I used to secretly read books especially at night in the torch light, expecting some scoldings to my surprise all she did was laugh and there came out those three little words "I always knew!". I sheepishly smiled watching her face which was filled with so much love.
Mothers are so unpredictable. This story is like one those beautiful memories we shared and the ones yet to come.
Sayonara friends.
©Auldrin❤