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Posts from — April 2014

E for Echo, E for Explore

This is one thing I love to do. I love exploring, I have an unsatisfiable curiosity that has taught me so much about the world around me; has also got me into trouble sometimes. 😀 It’s one of the reason’s I think I love to travel. When I travel I explore places, people, food, history,… and come back richer for all that I’ve experienced.

Che and I went on a ride today after a long time, it feels like ages since we did this. It wasn’t a very long ride, maybe 200km both ways but it was fun. I found myself nervous at the start, after all it had been ages since I’ve seen the highway on a bike but as the kilometers rolled past I started to relax and enjoy myself, the feeling of being one with the road and nature came back and I realised I had missed this for so long. The wind felt wonderful and the sun warm (and hot on the return 😛 ).

As always, when riding my mind wanders, inane thoughts come to mind as I traverse strange paths in my head. Today as I thought of what I would write about ‘E’, Jacques-Yves Cousteau came to mind along with the word explore. When we were kids and had only one channel – Doordarshan for entertainment on TV, I remember watching documentaries made by Cousteau. His shows were the first place I experienced the ocean and it’s beauty.

My parents were/are travelers too and I did see a fair number of places with them, but that was all land, I’d only seen the ocean from a beach until Cousteau. I didn’t know what it was like inside there. My swimming days in the Ulsoor pool which had walls covered in green algae had left me with a fear of the deep, I imagined a shark swimming out of those murky green depths and chomping on me. I was so terrified of this vision that I rarely opened my eyes while swimming in the deep-end and that section was where I swam fastest. Cousteau changed all that.

Cousteau's Submersible, The Window to the Ocean

Remember the program ‘The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau’? The ‘Calypso’? The man in a red bonnet? Oh, how I loved watching his programs week after week on TV. I’ve not gone scuba diving yet but it’s on my bucket-list and that’s because of Cousteau. Did you know the Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus or scuba equipment we use today was also first co-developed by Cousteau in 1943 to explore the underwater world longer and more freely.

Jacques-Yves Cousteau, the man with the red bonnet

Jacques-Yves Cousteau was born in France on June 11, 1910 and died of a heart attack, age 87 on June 25, 1997 in Paris. He lived a long accomplised life. Starting off his career as a gunnery officer in the air-force, a bad car accident changed his life. From the air he moved to the oceans and never looked back. In 87 years left behind a legacy unparalleled by anyone with over 50 books, more than 120 television documentaries, an environmental protection foundation with members worldwide, ideas and designs that changed the way the oceans are seen and explored, he campaigned to save the oceans and more. He’s done so much, that I can’t list it out here. If he interests you, you should check him out – Jacques Cousteau on Wikipedia. 🙂

The Calypso, it's going to be made into a museum

Cousteau was such an influence growing up that to me Jacques-Yves Cousteau will always be the man of the oceans and the word ‘Calypso’ will always mean his ship. When I think of the word explorer Jacques-Yves Cousteau is the first name that will always come to mind – the man with a red bonnet who went on amazing and thrilling adventures aboard his Calypso, a modern day Captain Nemo that even Jules Verne would be proud of!

E is for Explore

Coincidentally the word explore also has one of it’s origins in French! From French explorer and from Latin explorare ‘search out’, it breaks down into ex- ‘out’ + plorare ‘utter a cry’.
Explore is a verb defined in the dictionary as ‘travel through (an unfamiliar area) in order to learn about it’.

Some synonyms: travel over, tour, traverse, range over, survey, inspect, investigate, reconnoitre, search.

April 18, 2014   4 Comments

D for Delta, D for Determination

Last night as I lay in bed I thought about words that started with ‘D’. It was like a word building exercise and a lot of words came to mind. Define, Demur, Deter, Decline, Delete, Doll, … and it went on. Some words had potential but most just wouldn’t work.

I woke up with ‘determination’ spinning in my head but I wondered as I walked the dogs, what would I write about it. Yes, this year I should be determined to reach my goals et all but really, that’s not fun to write about. Or read about for that matter. 😀 So, I let the post be as I got to doing all I hadn’t finished yesterday.

I have a tick and flea problem. No I don’t mean on the dogs, it’s on me. Ticks and fleas seem to like me more than the dogs. Yep it’s eew, but that’s how I know the dogs have ticks or fleas, I find them on me. It’s why I’m crazy particular about the dogs and house being tick and flea free, I’m getting to almost be an expert on them. 😛

With summer setting in and April showers making their presence felt, ticks and fleas explode. Not that they aren’t there at other times, just that around this time they seem to start to show up with a vengeance. I think it’s the rain and it’s temperature change that does it, that perfect mix of heat and cool that they so seem to like.

Keeping ticks and fleas off the dogs and out of the house is like a life mission for me. I have a routine to my cleaning, mopping, changing sheets and more. And my summer cleaning has been due for a while. Over the last few years I’ve managed to keep the dogs and house relatively tick and flea free. Forget an infestation, just the thought of one sends chills down my spine. Seeing ticks climb walls is like a horror story to me.

So I clean and clean like a Monica. Over the last couple of years I’ve tried, tested and found natural remedies for keeping the little critters at bay. Natural methods give me peace of mind when using them around the dogs. Here’s the routine I follow – I sweep the house to remove the first layer of hair and dirt, then I strip all sheets and start my rounds of washing, all beds get vacuumed and kept aside, then I vacuum all edges and skirtings around the house. This is followed by another round of sweeping before the mopping begins. When all is mopped, fresh sheets are laid out and finally all edges and skirtings are sprayed down.

Of course I do do one or more of the above regularly and on different days but this is my tick/flea regime and all of it happens on the same day for that. The vacuum bag gets cleaned and dusted thoroughly as soon as I finish, and it gets cleaned outside the house at a distance, so even if I did catch a few bugs I don’t release them back inside the house. The mop water has extra salt and vinegar with the soap to deter the critters. And the spray is a mix of vinegar and neem oil to keep the bugs from getting into snugly holes and corners.

It’s a long process, tiring and time consuming. And today it was sheer determination that saw me through it. I felt a few twinges in my tummy in the morning but the thought of the lone tick I found a couple of days back galvanized me, and I just kept going. It’s a relief and joy that I feel now that it’s done. It’s a big to-do off my list.

But determination didn’t only play a part in that. Considering that the routine took me about 5 hours to finish and how pooped I was after it was done, it took a lot of determination to finish this post. I didn’t want to miss a day in my challenge.

So, how can D not be for Determination? 😉

Aside: If you’d like to know more about home remedies for Ticks and Fleas, do read my posts on them. I put them together the last time they freaked me out. 🙂

Home Remedies for Fleas

Home Remedies for Ticks

April 17, 2014   2 Comments

C for Charlie, C for Celebration

C is for Celebration

The dictionary lists celebration as a noun, ‘the action of celebrating an important day or event‘.
The word originated in Latin from the verb celebrare or celeber, where celebr- meant ‘frequented or honoured’.

Some synonyms: commemoration, honour, salute, merrymaking, festivity

Celebrate Every Day

Yesterday morning Che and I got talking as we walked the dogs and he said something that struck a chord in me. Celebrate every day like it’s your birthday he said.

That’s a great idea, isn’t it. If everyday was special I’d try to pack it in with things I enjoy doing. I’d look forward to the day and smile though it, so I thought why not. Why look at each day as just another day to be gone through, like it’s a burden or a punishment.

That’s how I look at most days. I wake up each day and groan at the thought of all the house work there is to be done. The never-ending list of chores, that has actually started to become never-ending. Everyday is just like the one before and I find myself a lot of times looking forward to the night, not because something special happens then but because I sigh with relief that the day is over. If it stopped there it’d be great but that relief is short-lived and before I know it, I’m making a list of things to do the next day and groaning again. 😀

It’s true my birthday is the one day I take an off day, put my feet up and do nothing. Now, when I say nothing I mean house and doggie work and it’s nice not to have to do all that. But really most of the house work is just chores and I do enjoy the doggie work. Not so much the pee and poop collection but other than that I enjoy my time with the dogs. 🙂

So, this year I’d like to look beyond the chores, treat each day like my birthday and do something with it that I will remember. I want to learn to accept the chores, so I have fun doing them. Find ways to actually look forward to work rather than cringe like I do most days. Lately some of this cringing comes from my painful gassy problem, especially on bad days like today.

I woke up this morning in pain, it’s day two of this bout. The plan for today was to vacuum, change sheet’s, spray the house, sweep and mop but the pain I was in had me cringing at the though of the work. Yeah, some of that grimacing was from pain but some of it arose from my not letting go of the plan. I found myself feeling guilty about not doing the work, even though I was unable to do it. I felt terrible putting it off until tomorrow. That felt worse than the pain.

I need to learn to forgive myself, learn to let go, give myself some space and cut some slack without beating myself-up with guilt. Easier said than done. So, this year I’m going to try harder at doing that; at treating myself the way I treat others; nicely. 😀

Birthday’s Are For Everyone

Ok, enough of my sob stories and onto another reason I thought of the word celebrate. Last evening as I was reading a few blog posts I came across Vidya’s post about her Mom’s birthday – Mi. Her post is a heart warming one with lesson’s I so need to learn. What it also did was remind me of a peculiar custom we have in our family.

In our family when it is someone’s birthday, not only is the birthday girl or boy called but parent’s, siblings, spouse and children also receive a call of congratulations or mubarakbadi. Birthday’s don’t belong just to one person, they belong to the family. Everyone celebrates!

Growing up I felt a varied set of emotions about this custom – from happiness to irritation. Today looking at it, I see it as something beautiful. Birthday’s are a celebration, a celebration – of life, of the person and what that person means to everyone else. A person’s birthday is an event to be celebrated by all who are a part of that person’s life. After all if that person wasn’t there, there would be a void, no?

So, Mubarak to all my family and friends out there on my birthday. Thank you for being a part of my life. Let’s celebrate today and everyday! 😉

April 16, 2014   3 Comments

B for Bravo, B for Balance

B is for Balance

As a noun the dictionary describes balance as ‘an even distribution of weight enabling someone or something to remain upright and steady‘ or ‘a situation in which different elements are equal or in the correct proportions‘.

Originating from Old French balance (noun), balancer (verb), is based on the late Latin (libra) bilanx ‘(balance) having two scale pans’, from bi– ‘twice, having two’ + lanx ‘scale pan’.

Some synonyms: stability, equilibrium, impartiality, equal opportunity, evenness, symmetry
Some antonyms: instability, imbalance

My life when I look back over the last few years has been imbalanced in so many ways. I’ve focused on some things and let a lot of others slip. I’ve claimed over time that I couldn’t do it all, I just didn’t have so much time. Some of that claim is true but one part of me also knows the truth, I haven’t tried hard enough.

This year I’m trying to strike a balance, to make time for all that I want to do. Get more effective and productive with my time. Learn to value time, make every minute count. This one’s a difficult one, for the lazy me. It’s been so much easier to sit back and get lazy while claiming that I didn’t have the time or energy. I’ve resisted schedules and regimes. I’ve looked down upon routines and packed days. I’ve wanted unlimited time to do stuff but actually done nothing.

This year is the year of balances, of doing all that I want to do without losing out on one or the other. This is the year of being very active, of using every minute I have in a day to do something I value. Spending time with my dogs outside of walks and feeding. Working with them, training and playing new games. Gardening and getting to know the plants and trees better. Reading and reviewing more and faster! Catching up with friends; I’ve become so much of a recluse and frankly I miss my friends. Getting back to craft; it rejuvenates me but I haven’t created anything in months! The list seems endless, as things just keep springing up on the list – movies, games, work, photography,… oh, it goes on and on.

Above all of this though is my health. Since Nov-Dec last year, I’ve been ill. It started with these cramps and pain in my lower abdomen that left me kneeling over. That was the time though when a lot was happening, we were moving to a new house, settling down in a new place, bringing five dogs under one roof,…; there was so much happening that I found I was being able to block the pain from my mind by distracting myself with work.

There were days though when I just couldn’t, the pain was that intense. On those days, I and my family of Doctors tried to figure what was wrong. We talked when it got that bad in phases and slowly tried medications and eliminated possibilities. We went through the range, from worms to an ectopic pregnancy. It took me a few months to realise it was gas. Yeah, just gas!

I’ve had flatulence since I can remember. My Dad had it, so all these years I just wrote it off as that one thing I inherited from him and learned to live with it without causing myself public humiliation. Yeah yeah, I know how to tell the difference between a loud and quiet fart, a neutral and a smelly bomb; all before the fart actually escapes. 😀 And with me it’s rare for them to escape, with practice I had learned to hold it long enough to walk away and safely release.

This gas was fine, all these years it didn’t bother me but now it does. Some days it’s simple easy gas, passing out and not bothering me. But some days it doesn’t pass easily and it’s movement inside of me leaves me writhing in pain. It takes all my will power to not scream out. It’s silly I know but think screaming in pain is sissy. 😛

After all these months of thinking I must be dying a slow painful death, it’s a relief to know it’s just gas. It was be handled with lifestyle changes, balances, routines and care. It’ll take months and maybe even a lifetime of careful excesses but it can be lived with. Once my tummy settles, I will still be able to indulge in the foods I love – pani puri, deep-fried chicken, spicy andhra biryani, and more, just that now it will have to be in moderation and with care.

Over the last few weeks a system has been put in place. I take tablets before and after meals to avoid the gas. SOS tablets are at hand for when I have extreme pain. I eat every two hours, making sure that the stomach is never empty. Meals are not heavy or spicy. I do get it wrong sometimes but I’m slowly learning what triggers it (sometimes the pains come 2-3 days after the meal). I’m off alcohol for a while. I miss eating and drinking freely but the thought of the pain keeps me in check most often. 🙂

And the system seems to be working!

So, back to the topic – balance. This year is all about balancing a lot of things.

For those who have wondered where I’ve disappeared to in the last few months; now you know. 😀

April 15, 2014   1 Comment

Book Review: Where The Rainbow Ends by Anurag Anand

Title: Where The Rainbow Ends
Author: Anurag Anand
Paperback: 208 pages
Publisher: Srishti Publishers (October 2013)
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
Read: Paperback
Stars: ****/5
Buy On: Amazon | FlipKart

Summary: (Goodreads)
Rahul had everything going his way – a soaring career, a happy family and all else a man his age could yearn for. And then suddenly his life began to crumble all around him, disintegrating element after precious element, leaving him to watch in helpless horror.

Avantika, a pretty, vivacious girl who had come into Rahul’s life by pure accident, literally, has suddenly gone missing. Just like that, without as much as a trace. Where is Avantika? Will Rahul be able to find her? Is it her own past that has come back to consume her or is it something even more vicious and sinister?

Shalini, Rahul’s first love and a girl accustomed to leading life on her own terms. Hailing from a family that exerts considerable influence in the galleries of politics and power, she certainly has the wherewithal to impact a lot of things. Even lives. Is Shalini fostering a grudge that could displace not one but many lives? Could she be the one behind Avantika’s mysterious disappearance?

My Review:

Note: Thanks Anurag Anand for offering me your book to read and review 🙂

Cover: Looks like a pirated copy; could have been better!

Paper and font: Paper and font is good [doesn’t looked pirated 😀 ].

Readability, language: Reads well with simple language.

Why did I choose this book: I did enjoy Anurag Anand’s earlier book ‘The Legend of Amrapali‘, so the next had to be tried.

Rahul meets Avantika at a time when nothing is going his way. His wife is putting him through a difficult divorce, he has lost his job, his house and to top it all his daughter is seriously ill and needs expensive treatment. Avantika comes into his life like a ray of sunshine, that is until she suddenly and mysteriously disappears.

At the end of the rainbow lies a pot of gold is an old saying and considering the storm in Rahul’s life and Avantika coming into it like a rainbow, the title is apt for a story that follows the rainbow to the end. The dark cover with bright rainbow colours is a nice idea but it could have been better – as such it looks like a cheap pirated cover with hazy text that isn’t straight. The blurb is interesting though and makes you want to read the book.

An unusual plot, I haven’t read a book with a storyline like ‘Where The Rainbow Ends’ before. Almost at the start you start wondering about Avantika, Rahul tells his and his ex-wife Shalini’s story but hardly anything is known about Avantika. Though Rahul is the protagonist, it was Avantika who kept me turning the pages as I wondered who she was and what was her story.

Set in present day Mumbai and Delhi, Anand uses the cities backdrops well to further the story. His descriptions of the localities and houses in both Mumbai and Delhi are believable and add to the story. I could almost see the city and it’s people in my mind’s eye, especially Delhi.

Anand introduces characters as he goes along in the story but the core characters of Rahul and Avantika stay to tie the story together throughout. More than Avantika it is Rahul who keeps the story rolling as he slowly discovers Avantika’s past.
As I read ‘Where The Rainbow Ends’ I felt sorry for Rahul for the hand life had dealt him but at times I also felt he was a sissy, searching for a way to run and hide rather than face it all. Shalini is the typical rich spoilt kid who has always got what her wanted and when she didn’t, she’d throw a tantrum that would make Papa materialize and give her what she wanted. Avantika though a mystery in the first half of the book, turns out to be a strong character in the second. Some of her past is sordid but as the story continues her strength of character comes through and makes her transgressions more palatable.

Anand has done a good job with the story structure, keeping me gripped till the end to know all about Avantika. Rahul may not have held my interest until the end but Avantika did. There are a few sub-plots that make Avantika’s disappearance more intriguing however Anand ties up all the loose ends and closes all loops by the end of the book. The build-up to the climax is well written but the climax itself left me disturbed and brimming with questions (more on this later).

Having read Anand’s earlier book, I’m glad to have read his next. His writing has gotten better and so has his story telling ability. The pace is good, not slackening at any point. The style and language is simple and easy on the mind while making you rethink about some stuck-up societal notions. Also makes you think about how money and death changes how you judge people.

Over all I enjoyed Anand’s latest book ‘Where The Rainbow Ends’ and look forward to his next book. Though this book doesn’t have any erotic scenes, it still has some thoughts and incidents that are not for children. If you are an adult, I highly recommend you read ‘Where The Rainbow Ends’. 🙂

***This might be a bit of a spoiler, so avoid it if it will spoil your reading experience***
Avantika’s history as I mention earlier is sordid, she had prostituted herself at some point in her life. Later on she gets to know she has cancer and limited time to live. These two bits of her history don’t have much to do with each other but are relevant to how you feel about the character. Lastly she has a lot of money that she leaves in a trust for Rahul’s daughter. By the time Rahul gets to know all of Avantika’s past, she is dead. Now coming to what disturbed me. Rahul as expected is disgusted when he gets to know that the woman he has fallen in love with was a prostitute but somehow as the rest of her story unfolds and the trust comes into picture he finds it in himself to forgive her. This behaviour (among other things) though expected and seen in normal life left me a bit disturbed. Did Anand kill Avantika before her past was revealed to make her past more acceptable and forgivable? Would Rahul’s feelings have been different had she still been alive? Would his ‘love’ have been the same? Had money not been in the picture how would Rahul have felt about Avantika’s past?
These questions gave me a disturbed afternoon. At some level I was angry at Anand for putting a woman in a place where she was judged and making her conveniently dead so she could not defend herself. Rahul’s ‘forgiveness’ pissed me off coz men don’t sell themselves but pay for sex, how is that less shameful?
Questions like these kept cropping up in my mind. Guess it’s the feminist in me who just wants equality. I want the words whore and promiscuous to be equal and interchangeable not as they are now – whore for women and promiscuous for men.
*** End of Rant 😀 ***

About the Author:
Anurag is a banker who wrote his first book ‘Pillars of Success’ at the age of 25. He currently has six published titles. See his other books on his website –

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April 15, 2014   No Comments

A for Alpha, A for Aspire

Over the last year I’ve off and on seen friends participating is an AtoZ Challenge. I’ve wondered what it was all about, after all it looked interesting and fun. But somehow I’ve never got a grip of it. I don’t know whether it can be started at anytime, whether it’s done individually or as a group. I don’t know if I have to declare that I’m doing it anywhere. I don’t know…, so much 😀

All said, it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now. So, today being my birthday and the start of a new year, I figured it’s a good day to start my own AtoZ Challenge. (Growing up, Mom always said a good start on your birthday makes sure the rest of the year will go well. And today is the Tamil New Year too!)

So here’s my attempt at an A to Z Challenge. I’m hoping it’ll break my hiatus from my blog and force me to get back to blogging everyday. I’m planning to chose words from A to Z for my coming year, words that will push me to do more with my life and dreams. Ok, enough of all that and onto the words.

A is for Aspire

The dictionary describes the verb aspire as ‘to direct one’s hopes or ambitions towards achieving something’.
A late Middle English word, it originates from the French aspirer or Latin aspirare, where ad is ‘to’ and spirare ‘breathe’. It’s first known use was in the 14th century.

Some synonyms – aim, intend, plan, propose
Some antonyms – decline, descend, drop, plunge

This year I aim to get productive with my time. Pack in as much as I can do into my day. Push myself to realise my dreams that I’d shelved while I sorted house, dogs, work and life.

So I’m Aspiring, aspiring to breathe. To feel free. To feel the rush of self-fulfillment. To feel happy and satisfied.

14th of April in History

Today is my birthday but over the years aside for that I’ve found that so much has or happens on this day. Some good, some sad. I was born on a day that is significant enough to be deemed a holiday in a lot of places. 😀
Here’s some things that make the 14th of April significant, other than ofcourse the fact that I was born on this day. 😛 How many of these do you know?

  • Black Day in South Korean – A day when single people get together and eat white noodles with black bean sauce to celebrate their singledom.
  • Tamil New Year – Puthandu
  • Malayali New Year – Vishu
  • Oriya New Year – Maha Visuba Sankranthi
  • Tuluva New Year – Bisu
  • Punjabi New Year – Vaisakhi
  • Assamese New Year – Rongali Bihu
  • Bengali New Year – Pohela Boishakh
  • Burmese New Year – Thingyan
  • Nepali New Year – Bikram Samwat / Vaishak Ek
  • Sinhalese New Year – Aluth Avurudhu
  • Thai New Year – Songkran
  • B. R. Ambedkar was born in 1891
  • Trainspotting actor Robert Carlyle was born in Glasgow, Scotland in 1961
  • The Sikh Religion was formalised as the Khalsa – the brotherhood of Warrior-Saints – by Guru Gobind Singh in 1699
  • Noah Webster copyrighted the first edition of his dictionary in 1828
  • Abraham Lincoln was shot in Ford’s Theatre by John Wilkes Booth in 1865
  • The Titanic hits an iceberg in the North Atlantic at 23:40 in 1912
  • The Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck was first published in 1939
  • The Human Genome Project was completed with 99% of the human genome sequenced to an accuracy of 99.99% in 2003
  • Nearly 2,700 were killed in a 6.9 magnitude earthquake in Yushu, Qinghai, China in 2010

I’ve just included the ones that are significant to me coz the actual list is oh, so long! And some of these even I didn’t know 😛

Special Thanks to Vidya Sury, for I saw the A to Z Challenge first on her blog 🙂

April 14, 2014   2 Comments

Book Review: The Gardian Angels by Rohit Gore

Title: The Gardian Angels
Author: Rohit Gore
Paperback: 328 pages
Publisher: Grapevine India (July 10th 2013)
Genre: Romance
Read: Paperback
Stars: ***/5
Buy On: Amazon | FlipKart
Summary: (Goodreads)

The Guardian Angels is the epic and tumultuous story of two star-crossed lovers who weren’t just soul-mates but were also each other’s protectors.
The fates of Adi Mehta and Radha Deodhar are deeply entwined when within days of their first rendezvous they save each other’s lives.
Despite their vast sociopolitical differences, they are drawn to an uncertain future fraught with contrasting ambitions, personas and ideologies.

. . . he is the son of a billionaire, she is the daughter of a socialist.
. . . he is quiet and unassuming, she is a firebrand and spirited.

However, the unexplained phenomena ties them forever – whenever they are in peril, they are each other’s only saviors.
Over the following two decades Adi and Radha live through hope and despair, joy and sadness, and try to decipher their relationship. As the truth of their bond is revealed, they must confront the true nature of love, and ultimately, their destinies.

My Review:

Note: Thanks Rohit Gore for offering me your book to read and review 🙂

Cover: Eye-catchy!

Paper and font: Ebony on Ivory!

Readability, language: Easy on the eyes and mind with no big words.

Why did I choose this book: The cover caught my eye.

This is the story of two people, Radha and Aditya, who have known they have chemistry since they became friends as kids and yet life keeps them apart. They are different in so many ways and they walk different paths but destiny brings them together every time one of them is in trouble. Will they ever come together, that’s the story.

Considering that Radha and Aditya are always there for each other in times of trouble, the title seems appropriate. The cover caught my eye with a simple outline of the face of a man filled with the image of a woman. It’s simple and uncluttered. The blurb though left me wondering if I would like the book.

I’ve read a fair number of romances over the years but this is the first time I’ve read a story like this. A unique plot, the story had me wondering right to the end if Radha and Aditya would get together. The plot is a simple one of a girl and boy from very different backgrounds coming together and yet it’s complicated with the intricacies and sub-plots of each of their lives.

Set in Mumbai, Gore goes back in time to the city of Bombay and works his way to present day Mumbai. He has used the city as a good backdrop for his setting of the world of a rich industrialist’s son and a socialist’s daughter. However there isn’t so much of the city as Gore focuses on the lives of his hero and heroine. That said, I did get subtle flavours that are so Bombay.

Aditya, a billionaire’s son has the world at his feet yet he lives in the shadow of his father and Radha, the daughter of a union man is wise beyond her years. The story revolves round Aditya and Radha but with them are a host of well described characters. Some of the characters are an integral part of the story but there are quite a few others who make fleeting appearances and take the story forward.

After my skeptical start of the story, I must say I enjoyed the book. The blurb had left me wondering if I had done the right thing when accepting the book and the first few pages made me wonder some more but as I read on I started to get curious about the end. The story starts a little before the end and then backtracks. It’s clear right at the start that this couple is going to go through a struggle and Gore doesn’t disappoint. The story builds up well and the climax is almost expected, yet you don’t know what the end will bring. There are some threads that Gore doesn’t tie up tight but it doesn’t rankle when the book finishes.

Told from the perspective of Aditya along with Radha’s journal entries, both sides of the story are told as incidents unfold. The language is simple and the emotions believable. Gore keeps the pace though the book and I didn’t find myself getting bored at any point.

Over all this is a good book to read once if you like reading romance set in modern day India where the girl and boy come from diverse backgrounds. Men would like the book but I think women would enjoy it more. There are some violent and sexual scenes so age I think is YA and above.

About the Author:
Rohit Gore currently lives in Pune and has spent over a decade in the IT industry. He loves sports, specifically the discussing and watching part of it, since he says his playing days are long gone. He is interested in history, especially the history of music and arts. You can connect with Rohit on his Facebook page.

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April 10, 2014   No Comments