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Review of The Significant Anthology



About the Book:
Title: The Significant Anthology
Author: Various
Editors: Dr. Ampat Koshy | Reena Prasad
Sub-editor: Michele Baron
Publisher: Primalogue Publishing(Morph Books)
Language: English
No. of pages: 352
Year of Publication: 2015
ISBN: 9789382759096
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The Significant Anthology contains prose pieces, autobiographical vignettes, essays, short stories and poetry. The writers range from seasoned ones to new and exciting voices brimming over with talent and gusto. A veritable feast, the book combines a plethora of themes, ideas, styles, forms and voices. Never content to be mere onlookers, poets and writers have brought in their words, rivers of sorrow and winds of gladness evincing the sense of in-divisiblity of all knowledge and the sameness of the human condition everywhere. This anthology stands for peace, for the spirit of resilience and as a defiant precedent of creativity resulting from an open invitation to experiment. Pakistani and Indian, old and young, woman and man, black and white, Muslim, Hindu, Jew and Christian, and people from all professions and walks of life or ones without jobs as well as from every continent - nestle together in these pages with no wars amongst them.

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It was not always about sex. Sometimes, the client paid hefty amounts only to spend time with her, just holding hands or resting their heads on her shoulder – almost always crying. Some clients wanted her to hold explodethem in embrace or sometimes they just wanted to spoon – some with clothes on, some without.

It was unbelievable how many unhappy men roamed around with a mask on their face. They did their work to the best of their capabilities, they smiled and wished others good morning, good afternoon and good evening, they wished their families good night, and they lead a happy normal life. That’s how they seemed to be for the rest of the world, but when they came to Pallavi they were the most vulnerable species she encountered; the smiles turned to frowns, the eyes so full of life shed copious amounts of tears. And, their happy normal life became a wreck and crumbled into her comforting arms.

She knew how to soothe an aching heart. People loved visiting her because of the way she treated them. It seemed as if it was not only for money; as if she really cared. Sometimes she did but most of the times she tried her best not to get involved.

Review of Metro Diaries by Namrata


About the Book:
Title: Metro Diaries
Author: Namrata
Publisher: Revelation House Books
Language: English
No. of pages: 162
Year of Publication: 2015
ISBN: 9789381841617
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Love is one of the most amazing feelings on this earth, one that makes you the most powerful person or the most helpless person in a split second. These stories capture those feelings of despair, longing, love, lust, desire, want, dejection and admiration to create deja vu. Hold onto your hearts as you flip through these pages and take a walk down the memory lane, as "metro diaries" will revive your innermost feelings and imbibe in you the magic of love. Touching, amusing and deeply moving, metro diaries - love classics are tales that will hold you from start till end.


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Reminder: The Untitled Series posts are unedited. I publish them as and when I write them. If you  come across some typos or mistakes do not ignore them, let me know - that will help in editing :)

Part Thirty Nine (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Three | Part Twenty Four | Part Twenty Five | Part Twenty Six | Part Twenty Seven |  Part Twenty Eight | Part Twenty NinePart Thirty | Part Thirty One | Part Thirty Two | Part Thirty Three | Part Thirty Four | Part Thirty Five | Part Thirty Six | Part Thirty Seven and Thirty Eight.)


Mansi was still sleeping as Pallavi got ready to go to the office. She wondered whether she should wake up Mansi or write a note for her and leave for office.

She looked at Mansi’s calm face. All the problems had momentarily ceased to exist. There was a smile on her face, perhaps she was having a happy dream. Pallavi was afraid to move as if her movement would trigger some sort of reaction leading to Mansi having a nightmare.

She cared for Mansi who was her only true friend. They had clicked right from day one in the office. Even though both worked different shifts now, there was a time when they worked together in the day. Both knew that they were working temporarily at this office and would quit once they found another job that paid better. They both also knew that they would keep in touch, no matter what. Once Mansi opted to work the night shifts the communication between the two had lessened but not stopped entirely. Things had changed a bit for Mansi after the truth was revealed that their boss ‘Uncle’ was her father. Even though she had not learned it directly from Mansi, the way she would have liked, pallavi had been happy for Mansi, assuming that finally things would change for her and finally Mansi would be able to lead a tension-free life. She was genuinely surprised and proud of Mansi at the same time when she came to know that Mansi had decided not to take advantage of the fact that their boss was her father. Even though she always joked around Mansi, Pallavi really worried about her. Even though Mansi had not trusted Pallavi with her secrets right-away, Pallavi always knew that something dark had happened in Mansi’s life. For same reasons she always felt protective towards Mansi. She was protective to such an extent that few people in the office gossiped about them. She did not care.


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Reminder: The Untitled Series posts are unedited. I publish them as and when I write them. If you  come across some typos or mistakes do not ignore them, let me know - that will help in editing :)

Part Thirty Eight (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Three | Part Twenty Four | Part Twenty Five | Part Twenty Six | Part Twenty Seven |  Part Twenty Eight | Part Twenty NinePart Thirty | Part Thirty One | Part Thirty Two | Part Thirty Three | Part Thirty Four | Part Thirty Five | Part Thirty Six and Part Thirty Seven.)


There was one problem with getting professional help. She could not really afford the perks of relaxing on a couch and sharing her story with a shrink even though she would have very much liked it. Apart from the past that did not cease to haunt her there was a lot going on in her life at present that made her restless. Earlier, when she was unable to sleep without being assaulted with thoughts and memories, she had taken three painkillers in addition to the one Manish had given her. And, clearly it had been too much. Even though she thought she needed a therapist in no way was she going to ask for financial help for that. She had already embarrassed herself by asking her father for the money to buy a better accommodation.

She was thankful to Pallavi for letting her stay in this apartment until she could figure out how to proceed with the house hunt. But she could not stay here for too many days; even if Pallavi had agreed to take rent from her she knew that it was way less that what Pallavi paid for the apartment.


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Reminder: The Untitled Series posts are unedited. I publish them as and when I write them. If you  come across some typos or mistakes do not ignore them, let me know - that will help in editing :)

Part Thirty Seven (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Three | Part Twenty Four | Part Twenty Five | Part Twenty Six | Part Twenty Seven |  Part Twenty Eight | Part Twenty NinePart Thirty | Part Thirty One | Part Thirty Two | Part Thirty Three | Part Thirty Four | Part Thirty Five and Part Thirty Six.)


Mansi knew that Pallavi was right to be worried about her and she had to admit, it had nothing to do with the recent happenings in her life. Pallavi had always been a caring soul. She was the only person Mansi trusted to share her feelings with.

Thinking back to what had happened when Manish Kumar had woken her up, she could not believe she had done what she had done. Going straight into the arms of the man she hardly knew was a bit too much.

The dream had seemed so real. The coincidence of her dreaming that her stepfather was pinning her down and Manish Kumar shaking her to wake her up was what made it all seem too real. Maybe that was the reason she had rushed into his arms. She tried to remember what had happened then. How had he reacted? She knew one thing – Manish Kumar’s touch did not scare her, did not get on her nerves, on the contrary it kind of soothed her. The thought was comforting and unnerving at the same time. She was in no mood of getting romantically involved with anyone. The weirdness her heart had been recently been through with regards to Rohan was enough to keep her away from letting her heart off the leash any time soon.


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Reminder: The Untitled Series posts are unedited. I publish them as and when I write them. If you  come across some typos or mistakes do not ignore them, let me know - that will help in editing :)

Part Thirty Six (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One | Part Twenty Two | Part Twenty Three | Part Twenty Four | Part Twenty Five | Part Twenty Six | Part Twenty Seven |  Part Twenty Eight | Part Twenty NinePart Thirty | Part Thirty One | Part Thirty Two | Part Thirty Three | Part Thirty Four and Part Thirty Five.)


This was not exactly how he had hoped it would happen. He had imagined smelling her perfume and the shampoo in her hair when he hugged her for the first time instead of inhaling the smell of sweat. Nevertheless, he was glad it happened. He had wanted to hold her in his arms from the day he had set his eyes on her.

He knew he had some explaining to do. Breaking the lock on the door of Mansi’s friend was not going to work in his favour. He hoped Pallavi would understand that he had to do what he did because he was genuinely worried about Mansi.

Manish walked out of the society gate and hailed a cab. He was going to replace the lock as soon as possible and while the lock was being fixed; he intended to fix the things that had gone wrong. It was obvious, by now Mansi knew that Pallavi and he had not met before today. He had been a fool to say that he stayed in the same building. He had to know that Mansi was visiting someone she knew and he had to know that it would be difficult to explain not knowing the person she was visiting. What was he thinking? He wanted to hit himself in the head. The problem was he was not thinking clearly. Seeing Mansi in his building had taken him by surprise, a pleasant one no matter what. As the cab made its way through the traffic Manish wondered how he would explain staying in the same building, in opposite flat and not ever coming face to face with Pallavi?

He reached out to his contact in Godrej and asked for one of their best in door locks, the best security. On second thought he decided to get the same lock he had damaged because trying to impress them would also mean showing his hand. He had to remember that Mansi was not like other girls he had met in the past. She was different. His approach had to be different. He could have easily done this over the phone but he needed to get out. He needed time to clear his head and sort things out. He reached his contact’s office and collected the lock, as expected the person tried to show him better options but Manish refused. He requested the man to spare one of his technician to fix the lock. By the time he was in cab with the tech and on his way back to his society he had cooked up an explanation.


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