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January 30, 2016

Review of 'Umbilical Cord' by Meena R Chandawarkar & Santosh Avvannavar

Arti Honrao | 4:22 AM |




About the Book:

Title: Umbilical Cord
Author: Meena R Chandawarkar & Santosh Avvannavar
Editors: Rajashree Ghosh & Parul Thakur
Publisher: Hoffen
Language: English
No. of pages: 128
Year of Publication: 2015
ISBN: 9781517762162
Buy from:

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Here comes a compilation of 40 short stories by Meena R Chandawarkar and Santosh Avvannavar that uses The Umbilical Cord as a metaphor to bring social awareness and intends to draw the reader’s attention towards the society. The stories in this book revolve around love, forgiveness, empathy etc. as society is a cobweb of relationships. There is something for everyone in this book. Read on to find out which ‘cord’ is closer to your heart, as the Umbilical Cord is an attachment that remains forever…the name says it all…


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January 19, 2016

Interview of Sharon Maas - Author of 'Of Marriageable Age'

Arti Honrao | 11:46 PM |



'Of Marriageable Age', the Novel by Sharon Maas was reviewed on Straight from the Heart on 19th December 2015

About the Author:

http://www.ushanarayanan.com/


Sharon Maas was born in Georgetown, Guyana in 1951, and spent many childhood hours either curled up behind a novel or writing her own adventure stories. Sometimes she had adventures of her own, and found fifteen minutes of Guyanese fame for salvaging an old horse-drawn coach from a funeral parlor, fixing it up, painting it bright blue, and tearing around Georgetown with all her teenage friends. The coach ended up in a ditch, but thankfully neither teens nor horse were injured. Boarding school in England tamed her somewhat; but after a few years as a reporter with the Guyana Graphic in Georgetown she plunged off to discover South America by the seat of her pants. She ended up in a Colombian jail, but that's a story for another day.

In 1973 she travelled overland to India via England, Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan. After almost two years in an Indian Ashram she moved to Germany, got an education, got a job, got married, had children, and settled down. She still lives in Germany after three and a half decades, but maintains close ties and great love for both India and Guyana; and, somewhat reluctantly, for England.

Her first novel, Of Marriageable Age, was published in 1999 by HarperCollins, and is set in India, Guyana and England. Two further novels, Peacocks Dancing and The Speech of Angels, followed.

Sharon will soon be entering the digital world with the e-publication of Of Marriageable Age through the Women's Fiction publisher Bookouture -- revised, and with a brand new cover.



Let's know more about her through this interview; but before that - some details about the book.


January 18, 2016

Healing Your Broken Heart

Arti Honrao | 5:28 PM |


To trust someone after being betrayed once becomes difficult. Trusting the same person again seems almost impossible and in addition to that we often find ourselves unable to trust anyone easily. We are humans and we tend to protect ourselves from being hurt again, we tend to envelope ourselves into a vacuum we create to keep people out of the full trust zone and hide our vulnerable self from the world. In doing so we end up pushing away the people who really care for us and those who are actually worth being trusted.

A broken heart takes time to heal. And, unless and until it is completely healed; it would be difficult to move on.


January 17, 2016

Untitled Series - XXXXVIII



Part Forty 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 | Part Thirty Seven | Part Thirty Eight | Part Thirty Nine | Part Forty |Part Forty One | Part Forty Two | Part Forty Three | Part Forty Four | Part Forty Five | Part Forty Six and Part Forty Seven.)


Pallavi hated to admit but she really enjoyed spending time with Manish; wandering around the city not really doing anything specific – that’s what made it special. She had been reluctant and sceptical after she had said yes for spending the day with him. She had assumed that most of the day would be spent in the room doing what people paid her to do.

In a way, even now she did what people paid her for. She listened as Manish talked about his life. He admitted that he was rich and he had pretended to be an employee only because he wanted to spend more time with Mansi. He had lied because he wanted to know more about Mansi. Pallavi was surprised to see the sentiments behind the words. She remembered how he had called out Mansi’s name while he was ‘with’ her. Hearing his story, she pitied him for the time he spent under the scrutinising eyes of his father.

As Pallavi sat on the sand at the seashore, waiting for Manish to return with snacks; she thought about the time she had spent with him so far. She could not understand what to make of it. She clearly remembered his carnal desires of morning but at the same time she could not ignore how he treated her after he had apologised and asked her to spend the day with him. He hardly touched her, except for when crossing the road and that, she thought, was kind of sweet. It was not that she was starting to like him but the truth was, she was starting to hate him less.



January 07, 2016

On my mind

Arti Honrao | 3:27 AM |


This has been on my mind for past few days. Even though I took a tough decision of closing down Writer's Ezine, my online magazine; I cannot really get it out of my system.
How do we really put something behind our back? Let go something and seriously move on?

It's easy for some; to forget someone or something as if it did not really matter or even exist. Not look back even once after walking away. 

But, I am not made that way and even though sometimes people take undue advantage of it; I am proud of being the way I am. 

The only thing I need to learn, though is not to let the past affect my present. 
Assuming that a short break would make some difference; I chose not write anything for few days. Have been spending time watching TV, playing some stressbuster games and reading 'See Me' by Nicholas Sparks.

I will be back soon, I promise.
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