I had forgotten what it feels like to put pen to paper. Almost all my note taking is either on a laptop or on my mobile phone. It is either type or swipe depending on the device. Writing is limited to writing on cheques or signatures. I do not have a very good handwriting and… Read More »
It’s not that I do not want to kill you but there is a far greater satisfaction in torturing you, making you suffer and letting you live as a vegetable while I thrive and you are aware that I destroyed you, your dreams and your family. Vengeance needs to be decorated, plated, and presented well.
I know this sounds scary but I can assure the kitchen and the building are still intact. I decided that my first documented effort in any form of cooking has to be a South Indian staple. The chilli powder that we South Indians swear by whenever we see a dosa or idli is fairly easy… Read More »
She lazed with her head on his thighs. His warm hands on her cheeks; caressing. She looked at him reading. She closed her eyes and decided to enjoy the caress. The slow movement of his thumb moving sideways and his other fingers inching slowly to explore her neck heightened her anticipation and killed her sleep.
He I knew her for 3 years and we were comfortable in our skins. Valentine’s Day was not a special day for us but every weekend was. It was the weekend and we both were lazing in bed after breakfast, sharing and reading a book, sipping on tea I had made. The afternoon sun crept… Read More »
Having read all of Ravi Subramanian’s earlier fiction writing and having met him, which I wrote about in my post titled The Author and His Thought Process, I was all set for his next novel. Ravi lived up to his promise when he had revealed that there would be less of the banking industry in… Read More »
This is the fourth book of Ravi Subramanian that I have read and is a personal favourite of mine. The story is coloured with different shades of grey. In the book If God was a Banker there was a clear white and a clear grey character. This is not so in Devil in Pinstripes. The… Read More »
The snow storms were getting worse and weather was getting unpredictable. Getting stuck in the Hindu Kush during winter meant death. Girika and his soldiers were retreating and the mountain passes were closing for winter. They were the last group to leave. They had a simple mandate; to keep an eye for who was coming… Read More »
It’s always difficult when you have read multiple books by the same author and try to compare. It is tougher if you have not read his or her books according to release date and time. The attempt here is to look at the good, bad and ugly of the stories. If God Was a Banker… Read More »
I was invited for this small group interaction with Ravi Subramanian by Vinita Bahl. This was organized under the Indiblogeshwaris banner at Chocolateria San Churro at Bandra, Mumbai. On getting the invitation I did tell her that I had not read any of the author’s works though I knew him by personality and also his… Read More »