The Paris Secret Book Review: A Historical Novel That Quietly Sneaks Up On You I have a soft spot for historical fiction, but I also know the genre well enough to recognize when certain ingredients are being repeated. World War II, Paris, family secrets, dual timelines… none of these things are unusual anymore. That’s partly Read more…
The Emperor of Gladness Review: Ocean Vuong’s Quiet Ode to Survival and Class Some novels arrive like a storm. Others, like Ocean Vuong’s The Emperor of Gladness, arrive like a whisper—gentle, almost hesitant, but impossible to forget. In this deeply intimate and lyrical novel, Vuong continues his exploration of identity, grief, and survival in the Read more…
One Part Woman Book Review: A Quiet Tragedy of Love, Caste, and Social Policing Introduction Some novels creep up on you quietly and settle deep. As a book, One Part Woman book does exactly that. It doesn’t rely on sweeping drama or clever plot twists. Instead, it builds its emotional weight through silences, subtle tensions, Read more…
A man once hurt his thumb while splitting bamboo strips. A girl named Kungawrhi emerged from the cut. She was so tiny that she would have just one grain of millet as her meal. She eventually grew up into a beautiful woman with several suitors. Finally, a tiger man married her. An old woman who Read more…
It is not what you leave to your children that matters, but what you leave in them. Shannon L. Alder MEANING OF THIS QUOTE Man is probably unique in the sense that he cares not just for the present of his offspring, but also its future. Parents work hard day and night for several years Read more…
Long, long ago, there lived an old woman named Rongnu who had seven daughters and several grandchildren. Whenever her grandchildren visited, she used to give them delicious snacks to eat. On one such visit, the fig trees in the nearby woods were laden with fruit. Wishing to please her grandchildren, Rongnu went into the woods Read more…
Long, long ago, there lived three brothers in a small town. Everyone called the youngest brother “Hucchayya”, or “fool”. However, he didn’t care about it and went about his routine. Now, Hucchayya wasn’t particularly skilled when it came to keeping things secret. If anyone in town wanted to spread news like wildfire, they would share Read more…
As we grow up, we realize it is less important to have lots of friends, and more important to have real ones. Anonymous In a world as materialistic as ours, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that quantity has become synonymous with success or standing. Be it money or the number of friends we have, Read more…
Once upon a time, deep inside a forest lived a hunter with his family. Every day, he would go hunting to feed his family. Even though he cultivated crops, he depended on hunting for food nonetheless. The hunter had a pet crow. The crow flew away every morning and came back home in the evening. Read more…
Getting drenched in the rain is definitely not my way of enjoying it. Standing by the window with a hot cup of coffee and watching the rain splashing down is. Yet, I couldn’t help getting drenched that day. It began as a small drizzle, and it picked up the moment I walked into Chandu’s cycle Read more…
