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Sylvan Fragrance – Book Review

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The first thing that struck me when I was going through the pages of this collection of poetry is that there are no fixed styles or patterns, every poem is unique in its own right and stands out on its own. There has been no forceful effort to merge the works of the two poets. The next thing that surprised me was how stylistically different the father-daughter duo was. Each has their own space and identity and neither shadows the other in the process of the creation of this book.
If you are someone who likes a book of poems to have different styles, elements, subjects and techniques, this one is definitely for you. If you are someone who prefers to read theme based poetry you might not be satisfied, because like it or not the duo delves into various topics with élan and pulls at your heartstrings.
Shyamal Mukhopadhay showcases an astounding range of vocabulary, bold word choices and straightforward old school poetry which is a rare thing in today’s time. His choice of subject matter of the poems he wrote is commendable.
Dr. Paromita Mukherjee Ojha on the other hand is full of soft nuances which give soul to her poetry, there’s a definite feminine sensitivity in her choice of subjects be it of Motherhood or of poems based on real life incidents. Her language is warm, eloquent and persuasive.
There’s more than what meets the eyes in the poems that you read on the surface, the duo subtly question your morality, the current state of affairs and basic human choices that we make and how we see the world. You will witness various rhyme schemes, rhythms, free verse, figurative language and moods as you go through the pages.
The footnotes underneath some poems add more to the reason why they have been written. Although as a reader, my heart wasn’t satisfied with just some background reference, I would have liked to know more about the poems and the thoughts behind them. Another thing I missed in the book was a few words from both poets either at the beginning or at the end of the book as to what drove them to compile this collection and the process behind it. I believe that would have added more to the experience of reading this book.
I will not go through all the poems in the book, you will have to buy it and read it for yourself to find out more about this fascinating creation, but I will add that ‘Meenakshi – I am she’ is my most favorite of all the ones I read in this compilation.
All in all a brilliant first attempt of creating a world of poetry through their individual approach towards this art form.

Blurb:
This book is a rare jugalbandi of a father and a daughter. It is a compilation of their poems depicting varied moods, emotions and genre- a creative fusion which would surely appeal to the discerning readers.

About The Authors:

Shyamal Mukhopadhay
“Intruded by passion into the creative space of literature, a banker by profession, the author simultaneously writes in Bengali and English. His work has been published in several anthologies and publications-national and international. He also writes short stories and articles sparingly. Believing in ‘bangaliyana’ and social values interspersed in his poems, blogs and writings, he was born in Bengal, studied economics and is now settled in Nagpur.
Blog: shyamalmukhopadhay.wordpress.com

Dr. Paromita Mukherjee Ojha
A voracious reader, dreamer, blogger, painter, mostly on the move having worked with corporate houses in the past and now better half of service personnel. Her poems and short stories have been published in Readomania, Learning and Creativity, Story Mirror, Café Dissensus. Apart from being a participating author of two short story anthologies conceived by Readomania, she is also a participating poet to multiple poetry anthologies national as well as international. Aspiring to write a novel sometime soon, she also regularly expresses her thoughts on paromitamukherjeeojha.wordpress.com
Twitter Handle- @paromita2906 Facebook Page-www.facebook.com/paromita2906″

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SPOTLIGHT ON THE MAGICIAN BY SONIA RAO


THE MAGICIAN 
(The Tarot Trilogy Book 1)
by 
Sonia Rao

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Fashion designer Sasha Kapoor always felt she’d missed out on love as she had an arranged marriage. And when her husband turns up at their 15th-anniversary party with a strange woman, she knows that her marriage is dying. With constant surprises and disasters to contend with, will Sasha ever get a chance at true love?


Shantha is much sought after for her tarot card readings on love, but can’t seem to help her own love life with a string of broken relationships behind her. Now, sparks are flying between her and a sexy bartender but will this relationship fizzle out too?


Young professionals Nilima and her husband are so besotted with each other, they give the word ‘soulmate’ a complex. Theirs is a match made in heaven…till tragedy strikes.


The Magician is a heart-warming story of these three dynamic women as they discover the meaning of true love through loss and longing.


Thoughts from the Author, Sonia Rao

Who is a Magician? If it is a Tarot Card, then it the Major Arcana card in the deck and symbolizes life-changing issues.


 But if it is a person, then it is Sasha, the main protagonist of my novel, The Magician. In this urban, contemporary romance, fashion designer Sasha, who caught within a loveless marriage, now seeks true love. It is also Shantha and Nilima who face their own challenges in love and try to rise above them.


 It is also every woman. This is because, as Shantha says to Sasha in the book, “Imagination is your strength. You have the power to visualize and then manifest what you want. You are the Magician.” Each one of us is The Magician because we hold within ourselves the power to create the life of our dreams.

But how did this cover happen? There is a lovely story behind it. While researching the many tarot decks online, I saw this card on the Attic Shoppe website and I knew at once that this was my “Sasha.”

Go back and have a look at the cover again. Doesn’t it just grip you too? Part practical, part whimsical, part traditional, part digital, this card, like the book, is a labour of love.


The designer, Bethalynne Bajema, created this card for her Black Ibis Tarot card deck.  The love she put in is very evident in the vibe one gets from it. Every time I see it, I am inspired to bring a touch of magic to the everyday routines of mundane life.


Carrying on the serendipity, Bethalynne immediately and graciously agreed to my request to make this card my book cover. Such generosity is hard to come by and I believe it is the Universe’s way of saying “you’re right on track.”  

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“Sonia Rao is a writer, editor, and award-winning blogger. Her fiction has appeared in many prestigious anthologies such as Voices Old & New and Jest Like That (edited by renowned editor-writer Shinie Anthony).


 As NaNoWriMo’s Municipal Liaison for all-India and founder of the Wrimo India group on Facebook, Sonia has motivated thousands of people in India to write a novel every November since 2011. She has also curated and edited the first Wrimo India Anthology, Vengeance—A Sting In Every Tale.


Sonia likes to believe she is ‘high-minded’ but strangely, her fave hobby is thinking up torture devices for those autorickshawallahs who consider the roads to be their personal spittoon. Who knew?

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Spotlight on The Runaway Bridegroom by Sundari Venkatraman

Paperback: 256 pages
Publisher: Westland Boks 
Publication Date: August 31, 2019
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
Available across all bookstores in India
Genre: Romance

Eight-year-old Chanda Maheshwari and thirteen-year-old Veerendra Singh Choudhry are married as per custom. But when the bridegroom runs away immediately after the wedding, the Maheshwari family’s world comes crashing down. They move to Jaipur to begin a new life in the city.

Fourteen years later, as a management student in Delhi, Chanda takes up a temporary job at RS Software Pvt. Ltd and finds herself falling head-over-heels for her boss, Ranveer Singh. But, for all her feelings, Chanda is still a married woman. Meanwhile, Ranveer’s secretary, Shikha, is determined to win him for herself. Even though his second-in-command, Abhimanyu, keeps getting in the way, she keeps a steady eye on the main prize. So when Ranveer starts to show an interest in Chanda, Shikha is furious. Back in Jaipur, an astrologer predicts that Chanda’s errant husband will soon make an appearance.

A secret childhood marriage, a vindictive secretary and unwelcome cosmic predictions—how much can Chanda deal with? And does anyone care about what she wants? Torn between the man she loves and the claim a missing husband still has on her, will Chanda ever find happiness?

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Sundari Venkatraman is an indie author with forty-plus titles to her credit, which have sold more than 1.5 lakh copies around the world. Her books consistently feature in the Top 100 Bestseller Lists on Amazon in both Romance and Asian Drama categories. Her latest romance novels have all been on the #1 Bestseller slot in Amazon India for over a month.

As a child, Sundari loved to read books with ‘lived happily ever after’ endings. They were all about good triumphing over evil. As a teenager, her favourite books were romance novels from Mills & Boon. She was fascinated by them, so much so that she began to visualise the stories set in India.

Sundari was forty when she began her writing journey, completing the first draft of her first novel in thirty-five days. She has not looked back since.

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Yudhisthira – The Unfallen Pandava By Mallar Chatterjee – A Review

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This is my first book which I finished in 2018, and I am really glad that it is.  An epi c saga like Mahabharata has been retold by many. We have seen time and again multiple interpretations of the same. So when I opened Chatterjee’s book, to be honest, I wasn’t expecting anything different to what has already been told before. Chatterjee’s Yudhisthira is not an epic, it’s actually a story, story of a man, his emotions, his life and the discourse of his life based on his decisions. Chatterjee’s interpretation of Mahabharata through Yudhisthira’s eyes is unique. He has very successfully turned this mythological larger than life character into a blood and flesh man.

There’s no point in telling you how the story goes, because in all probability you already know it by heart since the age of five. Then the question arises now is then why should you read this book?

Firstly, read it for the sheer pleasure of a fluid narrative which follows a man’s journey through love, life, war and his unshakable dharma. Secondly, read it for the characters, which are drawn in a similar fashion as to Yudhishthira, by that I mean in a manner where they feel real. It’s especially interesting because you already know the character motivations and actions they would take beforehand. So you can delve into the characterization better, without losing time on understanding their motives. Thirdly read it because you will find many facets of Mahabharata told in a completely different manner. Last but not the least; read it for the editing, Indrani Ganguly, the editor for the book is in her own element. If you have read other books edited by Ganguly, you will be aware of her style of crisp editing without over-shadowing the author. This book at her hands turns sharp, as it is needed for a story as majestic as this.

I like books with simple language as a reader, and I am thankful to the editor for keeping the author’s style intact without forcing it to be a literary gem with extensive showcasing of the language, which will make this book accessible to readers of all age groups. I mostly dislike the complicated approach towards narration and use of big words unnecessarily. If I wanted a grammar or a vocabulary lesson I would pick up Wren & Martin or a Thesaurus for that matter. So I am very pleased with the fact that Chatterjee focused on what actually matters the most, the plot structure and the story.

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This is not one of those books which you will pick up and read front to back within hours, this will need your time. You will have to set it down from time to time to let the magnanimity sink in. I as a reader would request you to take your time with this one. And maybe go back to it a few months later again. There’s a certain kind of profoundness hidden very skilfully under a simple language and a straightforward narrative. Although I must add here, some war scenes are pretty graphic, which might irk some readers.

Another great book from the publishing desk of Readomania, pick it up, if you want a story of a real man, of an epic character told in the language of the people.

I would like to leave you with a few lines from the book which sums up the character of Yudhisthira for me, ‘Draupadi’s fall and my secret reaction made me aware that in spite of peeling off several layers of humanity, the very core of me was still throbbing with banal, familiar worldliness. I was still a human – a too ordinary one at that!’

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Book Excerpt of Yudhisthira – The Unfallen Pandava by Mallar Chatterjee

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Yudhisthira

The Unfallen Pandava

 

By Mallar Chatterjee

 

We, with our large army, reached Kurukshetra quite early in the morning from the west side with our faces to the east. The Kaurava army had not yet arrived. The new sun was just some distance into the sky from the horizon, beaming away serene rays of light. The morning looked too good to make anybody wary of any ominous prospect.

I was feeling sad that such a beautiful day was soon going to be completely marred by a senseless holocaust throwing party to the vultures sailing up in the sky.

 

Suddenly I noticed a thin, continuous black line along the horizon. It had not been there only a little earlier. The line was not static but moving. It was slowly broadening into a black strip or band. I now heard a faint noise, somewhat similar to the roar of a tumultuous sea, coming from a great distance. The black strip had already become broad enough and the noise much louder. Now we understood what it was. It was the enormous, roaring, clamouring Kaurava army marching towards us with the rhythm

of drumbeats. The closer they came, the louder the hubbub became. Soon, the din became deafening. I could now vaguely see the people standing upfront, despite the dust. Then with an ear-splitting command and the final beat of kettle-drums, the

army came to a halt.

 

When the mist caused by the dust faded away a bit, I could first recognise Pitamaha Bheeshma and Acharya Drona, standing in the front of the army on the other side of the ground. Their expressions were complex. Then I saw a visibly sad Uncle Shalya who ended up being on the wrong side. Usually amiable Kripa and Bahlika wore grim, anxious looks. Bhurishrava lowered his head to avoid eyecontact. Ashwatthama smiled faintly. Jayadrath twisted his face in contempt. That scoundrel must be remembering the ordeal he had had to endure at our hands. Duryodhana and Shakuni both looked

unusually serious and sombre, the former without his notorious overbearance and the latter his wry, sinister humour. Duhshasana was with his usual

poker face, though. He was too dumb to put up any other expression. Karna was not there. I saw the bright-looking Vikarna. I saw all other brothers of Duryodhana. I saw Yuyutsu, the sensible stepbrother of Duryodhana. Almost everybody present in the

front rank was known to me. Some of them were venerable preceptors, some my very own kinsmen and some former friends. Those differently aged men were central to my childhood memories. The last time I had seen all of them together was perhaps

at the rice ceremony of Duryodhana’s son Laxman in Hastinapura. How joyfully we had celebrated that day together and all those warriors glowering at us now with murder in their minds had looked so different that day!

 

Exactly what had changed between us since then? Wherefrom had this terrible malice come into being?

 

I felt I was seeing countless images of my own face in the Kaurava line-up, as if I was standing in front of thousands of mirrors. I momentarily felt a debilitating numbness in my limbs. I started to realise what this war was actually going to mean! I would be required to defeat none but myself in  this war and should I win, my own history would

be desecrated. This war, most certainly, would be survived by only some losers.

 

I felt a little ashamed for getting sloshy at the time of action. I quickly tried to see Krishna. Arjuna and Krishna were positioned far away from me. I saw them moving towards the Kauravas slowly. What were they up to? Their chariot stopped in between

the two armies. Arjuna stood up. Now I understood he wanted to have a closer look at our enemies.

 

But what happened to Arjuna? Why did he drop his Gandiva? Why did he sit down in the chariot burying his face in two palms? Was he feeling unwell?

 

Krishna had stood up meanwhile. I saw him put his hand on Arjuna’s shoulder and say something to him. Arjuna was shaking his head violently, evidently revealing his deep reluctance for something. Krishna seemed to be trying to console him. Then Krishna

took his hand off Arjuna’s shoulder and sat on the driver’s seat facing Arjuna. Arjuna was looking at him. Krishna was probably saying something to him. I could not hear them because of the noise all around. From a distance, I could understand that Krishna was delivering a lecture and Arjuna listening to him with all his attention. But was it the right place for a discourse? The two armies were getting restless.

 

‘What the hell are they doing, brother? I am dying to start thrashing the Kauravas and here these two have started a private conference!’— an extremely annoyed Bheema asked impatiently. Even Dhrishtadyumna and Drupada were getting impatient. The restlessness was precipitating into the Kaurava side as well. I noticed Duryodhana rush his chariot towards Bheeshma’s and indignantly discuss something with him pointing at Arjuna and Krishna. The soldiers of both the armies started fidgeting and flustering.

 

But the restive multitude surprisingly calmed down quickly, on its own. All eighteen akshauhini (eleven of Duryohana and seven of us) men stood breathlessly staring at the duo with rapt attention. Perhaps everybody was identifying his own internal struggle with Arjuna’s. Perhaps everybody wanted Arjuna’s weakness to prevail over meaningless bravery and wanted to go back home all smiles with a nice story to tell his beloved. Arjuna’s sudden mawkishness and his momentary abhorrence for fighting seemed to represent, for once, the very conscience of the monstrous assemblage at

Kurukshetra. Arjuna personified the last bastion of human dilemma before succumbing to a dreadful craziness.

 

But Krishna was in complete control of the situation, as usual. From a distance, I wanted to read their body languages. Krishna was apparently preaching something to Arjuna with animated gestures. Arjuna stared unblinkingly at him, evidently spellbound. I could not hear them, but it became clear that Krishna’s rhetorics were taking effect on Arjuna. He was evidently getting back his poise and his confusion was fast receding.

 

Krishna must have been telling Arjuna why he should fight his enemies, even if they were his blood-relatives. This particular war was not in conflict with dharma; rather it would help enforce dharma. This great Armageddon happened to be the much awaited dharmayuddha the world was in dire need for. But how did Krishna drive home his point when Arjuna, his disciple, was so down?

 

Krishna’s preaching seemed to have been over. There was a distinct change in Arjuna’s posture. He looked menacing now, and started stringing the enormous Gandiva. Krishna was spectacularly successful in changing not only Arjuna’s mood, but also the general disposition of numberless soldiers arrayed across the ground in peculiar formations. They did not know what went on between Arjuna and Krishna, nor did they need to. They only witnessed that Arjuna had been apparently convinced. That was enough for those common, simple men to shed their own weaknesses. Krishna

not only removed the confusion of a certain man, but actually did away with the general skepticism regarding the legitimacy of this particular war in a

most evocative manner.

 

Book Blurb

 

Though the Kuru family survived on Vyasadeva’s seeds, he never belonged to the house. Moreover, being an ascetic, he was even exempted from obligations of the complicated dynamics of human relationships. This armed him with a ruthless dispassion and he could go on telling his stories with stoical detachment, free from any bias and uncontaminated by quintessential human dilemmas.

 

But had any of his characters given his own account of the story, would not that have lent a different dimension to the events seducing ordinary mortals like us to identify, if not compare, our private crises with those of our much celebrated heroes?

The Unfallen Pandava is an imaginary autobiography of Yudhisthira, attempting to follow the well-known story of the Mahabharata through his eyes. In the process of narrating the story, he examines his extremely complicated marriage and relationship with brothers turned co-husbands, tries to understand the mysterious personality of his mother in a slightly mother-fixated way, conducts manic and depressive evaluation of his own self and reveals his secret darkness and philosophical confusions with an innate urge to submit to a supreme soul. His own story lacks the material of an epic, rather it becomes like confession of a partisan who, prevailing over other more swashbuckling characters, finally discovers his latent greatness and establishes himself as the symbolic protagonist.

 

About the Author

Born in a suburban town in North 24 Parganas in West Bengal, in a family of academicians, Mallar Chatterjee’s childhood flame was mythology, especially the Mahabharat. The Unfallen Pandava is his debut novel. Mallar is a central government employee, presently posted in Delhi.

 

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Women and friendship – By Tania Dey

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It’s a common notion amongst men that two women can’t cohabit the planet in peace, and there’s a counter argument that two women when left alone will start gossiping inevitably, even if they are strangers. Here’s the fun fact: both can happen. The women may tear each other down or may help each other grow. It’s just a matter of clicking- if it’s a friendship, based on love and mutual understanding, chances are that it will blossom a lifetime.

The relationships between a man and a woman can be complex and often men are known to emotionally shut down, leaving the woman to drown in her own nest, that is the time when she seeks the comfort of another woman, who possibly empathizes with her too. Women have a comforting nature, and this is the balm of friendship.

Women as friends gang up together, go out for parties, hang out at malls, catch up movies, and coexist happily, much unlike the myth: women quarrel. They may even be spirited enough to beat up the villains who trouble their fellow female friends. A gang of women strung together is a blessing- one possibly couldn’t understand the spirit of that friendship until they are a part of it.

It usually is the women against the world- and it might be endless sessions of gossips with pillow fights sprinkled, or it might be hours of ranting with a bottle of rum. It could be endless poetries stashed under the eyelashes of wet eyes, or might be obscenities muttered under stifled breaths. To be blessed with such friends who could die for you, is indeed being on the top of the world. Often it implies a healthy bonding over advice, cups of coffee, art and literature, and sometimes God forbid heavy doses of puns that would make anyone blush. Just broke your heart, or your boyfriend spoiled the day, or the kids are away, or general menstrual blues, your girlfriends always shine. The joy of talking about the world behind the world, is a luxury that only a few have experienced. Breaking all stereotypes and shattering all myths, the secret allegiance of women thrives. Have you pledged “till death do us part” to your girlfriends yet? If you haven’t, you should, as soon as you can. It’s you and them against the world, remember?

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Guest Post by Jayant Kripalani…. The story behind Cantilevered Tales

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The name Jayant Kripalani is enough for anyone to say ‘Yes!’ to a guest blog post by him, and it is my utmost honour to host and present to you the story behind his upcoming book which is edited by the ace editor Indrani Ganguly, and is Published by Readomania.

Jayant Kripalani is an artist, writer, director, and a renowned film, television and stage actor, so automatically the question arises what made this brilliant multi-talented man pen this book? What’s the story behind it? So he answers the question himself in the post below.

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Why Jayant Kripalani wrote this book?

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Why did I start writing this set of short stories that became one long story? I don’t really know.

I was on way my back from somewhere by train and at Howrah Station a group of taxi drivers tried to extort a higher fare from me.  This was before the time of pre paid taxi booths.  Rather than shell out five times the fare I thought I’d take a bus. It was peak hour in the morning and though I did get a seat since the bus started from there, I hadn’t calculated the length of time I’d be sitting in the bus on the bridge. Forty five minutes of inching along later I heard a voice behind me say, “Aitaki Haora Bridge na Laora Bridge?”

I knew exactly what he meant.

I knew then that I had the beginning of a story.

“Where are you getting off?” I turned around and asked.

“High Court,” he replied.

By now we had reached the East end of the bridge. It still looked like we’d be on the bus for another 45 minutes.

“Walk?” I asked him.

“Let’s,” he said.

And that as they say was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

His name was Khokon. He lived in Santragachhi. And because of that immortal first line, I called the protagonist of my story Khokon. In the book though, the line belongs to his colleague Ashutosh.

Some time later, I overheard a group of people talking about saving a water body from some unscrupulous builder. Arun Lal the cricket player might have been a part of the group but I’m not sure.  I started keeping tabs on them. Not because I was interested in saving the environment or even that small little lake.

I am not a crusader.

I hate getting involved with issues.

But if you live in Calcutta, even for a short while, trust me, you’ll get involved.

More power to the builder I thought after I first saw the lake if you can call brackish acres of sludge a lake.

What did interest me were the disparate lot of people, and some desperate ones among them, who were determined they were going to save a stagnant water body from becoming an office complex.Frankly in my opinion that lake had outlived its usefulness to be anything at all.

I didn’t give a damn what happened to the lake.

But over a period of time I did start worrying about the people. And of course fell hopelessly in love with them. Their wellbeing and their good health became a matter of great concern to me especially since I saw the array of ‘villains’ lined up against them.

So rather than concentrate on Builder v Helpless Citizen – enough stories had been written about them, I concentrated on their stories and their histories.

This is their story or should I say these are their stories.  Some of the people are real; some of the people who come to their assistance are thinly disguised caricatures of people I admire; some are just people I met on buses and trams in my journeys across the bridge who wormed their way into the book.

And that is how this book got wrote.

Jayant Kripalani

 

Book Blurb

CANTILEVERED TALES IS A STORY ABOUT PEOPLE, THEIR QUIRKS AND WHY THEY BECOME WHO THEY BECOME. AND LOTS OF LAUGHTER!

I overheard a group of people talking about saving a water body from some unscrupulous builder and started keeping tabs on them. Not because I was interested in saving the environment or even that small little lake. What did interest me were the disparate lot of people, and some desperate ones among them, who were determined that they were going to save a stagnant water body, which in my opinion had outlived its usefulness as anything at all, from becoming an office complex.

This is NOT a Builder v Helpless citizen epic. In fact that is the least important part of the book. This is about a group of inept people who you want to reach out and protect but you discover are more than capable of taking care of not just themselves, but of you too.

Author Bio

Jayant KripalaniJayant Kripalani is an Indian film, television and stage actor, writer and director. Known for his work in TV series like Khandaan, Mr Ya Mrs and Ji Mantriji, he graduated from Jadavpur University with a degree in English Literature.

He has played character roles in movies like Heat and Dust, RockfordJaane Tu. . .Ya Jaane Na, 3 Idiots and, most recently, Hawaizaade and The Hunger. He has directed and produced a number of films and is actively involved with theatre. He wrote the screenplay for Shyam Benegal’s film Well Done Abba. He is the author of the heartwarming and nostalgic New Market Tales, set in the historic New Market area of

Kolkata in the 1960s and 1970s. His recent foray into writing performance poetry has brought him acclaim in poetic circles around the country. When he is not in Calcutta, he is either fishing in Himachal, pfaffing in Bombay or being a beach bum in Goa.

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