Sunday, July 27, 2014

[Reviews] The Newspaper Reader (Crumpled Voices) - Chandrapal Khasiya



Never thought that my crazy time-pass will be praised by many. By your wishes and blessings, The Newspaper Reader ( Crumpled Voices ) is receiving praises from readers. Well, I thought why not put all reviews in one place. So, here they are.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

A Tale of Sorangpur

 




It was a night full of shocks and horrors.

Fear gripped little Hari’s heart as he saw his mother fretfully pounding her fists on the door of their house. Darkness swallowed everything in their small courtyard and the cold wind began to tickle his skin. But in the pale light of the hanging lantern, Hari could make out glistening tears rolling over his mother’s cheeks.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Xitij 2013

http://chandrapal21.blogspot.in/2014/06/xitij-2013.html




P
eople either used to preserve their memories in pictures or used to trust their mind to remember everything. But, against time everything fails. Pictures fades and mind weakens with time. And, I don’t want to take any chances about the moments I passed with these remarkable people, these treasured memories, to slip away. Some memories are indeed worth writing.

Friday, June 6, 2014

The Bhairav Putras - Suhail Mathur


Title : The Bhairav Putras

 

Genre : Fiction


Pages :350


Publisher : Read Ink Publishers

 
ISBN :9788192932491


Published Date : May 2014

 
My Rating : 5 star out of 5 star



Monday, May 5, 2014

King's Shadow - A Boy Who Was Banished

http://chandrapal21.blogspot.in/2014/05/kings-shadow-boy-who-was-banished.html




R
iar roused from the sudden jerk of a pothole, wincing as his head hit hard the cart’s front side.
            “Are those pots all right, lad?” the cart driver asked, leaning back worriedly. “Damn those soldiers! They have ruined the whole way!”
            Riar threw a quick glance to his companions – the earthen pots clattered like crickets back in response.  A shudder like that would have crumbled many of it, but the pots were seemed to be as stubborn as the cart driver. “Yes, your precious pots are all right.”  

        “Look again. I don’t want to deliver any shards of sand. Believe me, lad, Celberth’s merchants will not pay a coin if they find any of it misshapen.”