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December 27, 2016

Review of Wild Card by Asfiya Rahman

Arti Honrao | 2:06 AM | |



About the Book:
Title: Wild Card
Author: Asfiya Rahman
Publisher: Half Baked Beans Publishing
Language: English
No. of pages: 170
Year of Publication: 2016
ISBN: 9789384315428

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Wild Card is the story of Karan Mehrotra, one of the world's best tennis player who suddenly disappears from the sports. 

Karan Mehrotra thinks he has it all. He is about to marry the love of his life, Riya and is on his way to win at Wimbledon, fulfilling a childhood dream of his. However destiny has other plans for him and he is forced to put aside his dreams when life throws a wild card at him. 
Eight years later destiny coyly lays another opportunity in front of him. Does he finally get another chance to fulfill his childhood dream or will he let his fear stop him from taking up the challenge? Find out how a tennis champion is forced to step away from his fame into obscurity and how a bossy little girl forces him to take up one of the hardest challenges of his life and face the life he had left behind.

 

More about the book:

‘Wild Card’ is a fresh story that centers on an interesting plot.
Sports and Literature always make a superlative combo, if put together nicely. With limited books on the sports genre, this fresh piece of fiction from Delhi based publication house, Half Baked Beans is a treat for all the sports
The Book launch was held at the India Habitat Center, on November 26th 2016 amongst the presence of some big names. Actor Tom Alter graced the event as the chief guest and Shri Zafar Iqbal, former Hockey Captain of the Indian Team was the Guest of Honor. With much pomp and show, the book was released and it was indeed a glorious event.

 

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December 25, 2016

Untitled Series XXXXXVII



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




Coming to office was a mistake and talking to her father was a bigger one. Nothing about the day was good so far. The headache was back. It had become a regular thing now. She tried to work ignoring the headache but she could not put a stop to the chaos in her mind. Finally, she got up and walked to the coffee machine. She did not like this coffee but it was better than not having one.

She knew her father was monitoring her movements from his cabin. The conversation she just had with him had left him feeling guilty. She had tried her best to convince him that there was no need to feel guilty but she knew it won’t stop him from feeling so.

The conversation with Pallavi had greatly disappointed her. Pallavi was the only real friend she had in this city but now things had changed irreversibly between them. Going to Pallavi’s apartment had been a mistake, she now realized. She should have stayed back and face Rohan instead. Perhaps it was coming too close to each other that had pushed them apart. Mansi’s involvement in every minute of Pallavi’s life had suffocated her. She had to maintain some distance from Pallavi, at least for a few days, Mansi made up her mind.



December 22, 2016

Demon of my Dreams




 I walked away
It followed
I turned around
It stared me in the eye
Red hot balls of fury
And a forked tongue -
Moving in and out with a hiss
It was back -
The serpent;
To torture, to haunt.

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