Dhwani's Story

Book Name : Notes From The Himalayas Author : Rohan Chakraborty Genre : Non Fiction Language : English Format : Paperback Book Length : 190 pages Price : ₹279/- Publishing House : Notion Press Publication Date : 24th February, 2022 ISBN : 979-8886067460 My Rating : 3/5   Blurb : Rohan Chakraborty lives in a small village in the eastern Himalayas since 2018 and writes about his life and the life around him in the mountains. His debut book NOTES FROM THE HIMALAYAS is a collection of notes (journals), poems, and short stories – written in an easy, unhurried, and autobiographical manner – based on the odd incidents that take place in the laid-back life of a sleepy village in the Himalayas, and some of his musings, perceptions, and understanding. It’s a book you would love to keep on your bedside table or under the pillow and read not once but over and over again. Review : Notes From The Himalayas by Rohan Chakraborty is a book that is an amalgamation of writings...

Book Name : Married On Paper Author : Akriti Sharma Genre : Romance Language : English Format : Paperback Book Length : 218 pages Price : ₹280/- Publishing House : Notion Press Publication Date : 22nd December, 2021 ISBN : 1685096689 My Rating : 3/5  Blurb : Mishkat and Nasya did not get married because they were forced to or because it was necessary. They did it because they wanted to. They flew to different continents for their careers a month after their marriage, not because the marriage didn’t work out but because they wanted to focus on their dreams. They focused on their careers for seven years, excelled in their respective fields, and moved from being friends to best friends. They thought theirs was the perfect relationship because they did all that they ever wanted. But, when life carved its own path, it left them with a dilemma. Did they really do everything that they ever desired? Is what they think they want, what they really want? Review : Married on Paper ...

I live because I know how it feels to not live I love because I know how it feels to not be loved I make you laugh because I know what it's like to have no one to make you laugh I help because I know what it's like to not be helped I hope because I know how it feels to be hopeless I celebrate every little thing because I know what it's like to not have them I don't lie because I know what its like to be lied to I don't open up because I know how it feels to do so to the wrong person I appreciate because I know what it feels to not be appreciated I value you because I know what it's like to not be valued I try to be kind because I know what it's like to face unkindliness I stay because I know how it feels when no one stays I don't judge because I know what it feels to be judged I am what I am today because of what I got and what I didn't.

Again, I was in my favourite place, the window seat. I was travelling to a place that required a 9 hour train journey. Here I was, in this oven. It was 1:30 pm. I faced the heat for 3-4 hours and then the temperature dropped. I opened the glass window that I had closed earlier. I look out of the window and make a mental note to watch the sunset. I lean on the window pane, dig up my earphones from my backpack to watch The Big Bang Theory. After watching 11 videos back to back, I fell asleep. Ended up waking when the people around me started to make noise aka talk. Turns out, I woke up exactly in time to catch the sun setting. It was already 6 hours in my journey.I was miles away and the landscapes were getting better mile by mile. I ended up clicking a lot of pictures. Then came the best time, the sunset which made me miss the living hell out you. I wish we'll be able to witness one such sunset one day. Just one. I want so much more than one sunset but I'm willing to settle for ...

We hold on for too long, Then ponder what went wrong. Sometimes its okay to let them fight, Rather than keeping those strings too tight.

The blues you gifted me, Possess the audacity to kill me; And on some days, I let them.

Window seats have always been my favourite which exactly explains why I was sitting there today. My colleagues and juniors are singing their asses off and the 'NOISE' they are making, makes me laugh and reminds me of the day you sang Hoshwalon by Jagjit Singh over the phone just because I asked you to. I chuckle to myself and smile. My cheeks pain and I realise I've been smiling for a little too long. I slide the window glass to the back since the girl behind me is busy 'creating noise' and I hope she won't notice. I welcome the wind with open arms. Holy shit! I didn't realise how much I missed this until now. I missed this feel of wind against my face. The wind, making my eyes squint. This wind is freedom. Metaphorically, of course. My halo is broken as the person occupying the seat next to me comes to take the seat right next to me. This movement precipitated yet another flashback. I remember those pictures that a colleague of mine sneakily took while me a...