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Every parent love their children and they do anything to keep them happy. Parents always want good for their children. What if they don’t see their child suddenly? The story depicts a fiercy search of a missing child and the ransom the kidnappers demanded for releasing the child. Money is invaluable when compared with Life. The father tries his best to collect the money and gives the amount in instalments to the kidnapper. Will the kidnapper release the child after receiving the full payment? Will the kidnapper be caught?
Breathe in. Breathe out. You are okay My darling. You are okay. You will be. Eventually and In slow; Soft breathes. A collection of poems based on love, aches and healing, coming from the blooming of one-self. Keep this book close like a friend. Bleed in. Fall in love, live. All the more heal nevertheless the pain. It is an attempt to free , all that is unsaid
This is a pagan tome of poetry and prose designed for rituals, festivals and celebrations. Working with deities, Romany has chronicled invocations and evocations for many Gods and Goddesses, and created clear and crafty quarter calls, circle castings, celebratory prose and meditations. Ritual is broken into its component parts allowing for easy reference and personal adaptation, and the additional correspondences information benefits the creation of unique rituals and celebrations. Created for use by both solitary practitioners and covens, sample rituals are also provided for seasonal celebrations and life events. Romany’s personal experiences as a High Priestess give this book an enlightened view of the use of poetry in ritual, whilst her skills in classes, courses and workshops create a solid, practical foundation. Pagans, Priests and Priestesses, initiates new to the Craft, RE teachers and students, and anyone who loves Romany’s poetry will thoroughly enjoy this latest work.
"I am messed up, veneer, a little in distress, On Saturdays, I get drunk on my regrets, And to know me more, is to love me less." Is how this young author unravels herself in her maiden attempt at poetic expression. Absorbing the pressures and obstacles faced during her adolescent years, the author found a release of her pent up emotions as she penned down her experiences. "Mirror" is a collection of her thoughts ideas and expressions during her final years in a convent school, her intermediate from an army school and her journey through the rigorous entrance drills to finally adjusting for B.Tech in a renowned university recently.
"The poetry book is a memoir in honour of Martyrs & Heroes of our nation. The work recounts their lives, sufferings & triumphant deaths. The sense of courage & valiance showed by them marked the path for modern India to measure the depths of their commitment towards their motherland. Poets have tried their best to design a poetic surrounding that it may in some degree deepen the love for the country & its soldiers, favour the love of national freedom & growth of patriotism. Above all it’s a token of tribute to billion hearts of nation that beat as one."
Colossal Fame, a house that harboured thousand secrets became the subject of Charlotte’s investigation after her mother and brother went missing mysteriously and her father married for the second time. Charlotte misery turned into nightmare when Seema, her governess was absent for a month and Charlotte’s step-mom ill-treated her, forcing her to leave her house. She met Aahil, a tribal boy, with whom she falls in love while solving the mysteries of the house and the death of her mother and brother.
“Listen, wait, Look at me, Look at you, I caught your eye, Didn’t I? But eye is door to soul And I am you, your soul Here to remind you, You are you Be the pain old or new Be the light that shines in you All from within or all ignited new It is still in you! The light! The power! And the colour To remind you, your Strength, my dear! It is You! The shine, the gleam, the pop, To tell you again, to Never Stop!”
Say Hello to Divyesh & Aradhya, two sweet love-buds. You are thinking, 'Again a boy, a girl & their casual love story?' But fortunately, their relationship is not as simple as you might be guessing. Divyesh is a general employee in Oracle Corporation in Delhi & a crazy guy completely screwed up by his life's rules where Aradhya is a simple girl from Chandigarh & a 2nd-year philosophy student. He loved her since his childhood but can never express. On the other hand, Aradhya doesn’t consider him in that way, but she also has enormous feelings towards him. Feelings but no love? Sounds awkward, right? Find out what happens when we categorise our infinite feelings with our limited relationship titles. You are just one step away to uncover the most perplexing story of this season.
This is a collection of twelve short stories. The stories speak of the life of ordinary people, their emotions, their fears and expectations from life. The stories are all based in India, reflecting the Indian way of life right from the quaint hill station of Kurseong to the colonial lifestyle of Assam. While “The Sari” describes the love and passion felt by a maid, wrapped in the hand-me-down sari of her mistress, “Making of a Memsaab” talks about the metamorphosis of a middle class Bengali girl into a snooty tea estate “memsaab”. “Lavender Memories” tells the poignant tale of a schoolboy’s crush on his teacher and “Mrs. Robinson” describes the unusual life of a poor uneducated “coolie” girl from the tea community who becomes the mistress and later the wife of a British tea plantar. “Turn of the Tide” deals with the emotional dilemma faced by a son whose father is in a coma. The protagonist in each of the twelve stories faces a unique situation in life. There is a twist at the end of each story, each story ending on an unexpected note. This collection of short stories can best be described as a roller coaster of myriad emotions.
This book is an amalgamation of metaphors that have come in use to save our poet from time to time. “Where does one go to heal their punctured hearts?” They write it all down and burn it.