The Fragile Thread of Hope – A Book Review

IMG_20200211_004344_186Rating : 4/5

Set in the beautiful city of Gangtok, it is a story of death, sorrow and hope.

Soham, after losing his beloved brother and parents, is left all alone in the world. Having been betrayed in love, he has very little company left. Fiona, with memories of an alcoholic father, finds her self grieving over the death of her lover. The two meet, their fates meant to be entwined. What happens next?

Since I like tragedies ( my book recommendations reflect that), I liked the book in general. There were parts that teared me up. However, this wasn’t a sheer tragedy. The book ends on a happy note, the message sent being there’s always a ray of hope – a fragile thread of hope that can be strengthened with love and efforts.

The recurring theme of pain and happiness was threateningly close to reality. The language was simple, lucid. 300 n odd pages long, it is a book you can finish in a sitting or two.

Favorite Line : ” Truth is something which is beyond change. Everything in the world is changing – matter keeps changing state; lifestyles, communication processes change; continents have merged into each other or disappeared in the past. Thus, the world, as you see it, is a lie, an illusion. “

14 most anticipated Bollywood releases of 2019


The year 2018 was a bag of mixed surprises. Where character actor Ayushmann Khurana continued to retain hisposition as the poster boy for offbeat cinema (courtesy Andhadhun and Badhaai Ho), Vicky Kaushal came out on top as the breakout star of 2018 with an interesting series of movies that deserve to be archived and watched over and over again. From playing an army officer in Meghna Gulzar’s Raazi to playing the loyal, sentimental sidekick in Raj Kumar Hirani’s Sanju and blowing everyone’s socks off, to starring in two more Netflix hits of the year – Love Per Square Foot and Lust Stories, Kaushal gave the stars a run for their money. Quite literally, considering the Khan trinity faced a dud year both in terms of critics’ appreciation as well as box office numbers, given the audience’s relentless demand for content-driven films.

This was also the year that…

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Happy Mother’s Day

Happy mother’s day to all those super moms out there who are reading this.
Kudos to every lady out there who went through the painful process of carrying a little human in their womb for 9 months.
To every woman out there who stayed up endless nights to ensure their baby’s comfort.
To every woman out there who taught their girls to be fierce and independent and taught their boys to be kind and humane.
To every woman out there who worked  multiple jobs to provide for their little ones.
To every woman  who in spite of  violence, poverty and every social evil out there went on to provide for their kids.
To every single mother who didn’t give up.
To every girl who had to go through this before they were ready for it.
And to every woman out there who was deprived of this fruit.

Kudos to each one of you for not giving up and keeping it all together.

Happy mother’s day to all ♡



She pulled the knife from her chest and smiled, “Was that supposed to hurt?” Every person in the room gasped as she stood there, the bloody knife in her hand, completely unaffected, her smile broadening by the second. It took two minutes for her to realize what had happened. An agonizing sting ran down her body, a sting called regret? With a frown, her fingers wandered to her chest, her eyes focused on the pool of blood at her feet. Her body felt weak. She fell on her knees, her legs unable to handle her weight. What did she just do? Slowly, she closed her eyes, only to open them again with a jolt.

This time, with a jerk of her head she pointed at her now dead daughter and said, “Another bitch down.”



Dreams changed.
Now all she craved for was to be something more than a second option.
Something more than friends with benefits
Something more than an infatuation to him
Something more than a tag along
Something special, something important, something he needed.

However it was impossible and she knew it.
With time, she was sure she would learn to live with the grief.
An unwanted, filthy, brainless girl may turn into a young woman much desired.
And with those hopes, she let a smile play upon her pale lips.
She held her head high, her smile constant, her confidence unwavering and her performances the best.

She dance.
Danced for her life.
Danced till her feet had bruised.
Danced till she couldn’t anymore.
Danced till her breathe left.



Changes are a part of life, so much so that now we’ve stopped feeling it.

Every hour, every minute, every second, our life is changing in a seemingly insignificant way. However, we notice the changes only when they are big enough to be felt by our physical selves. We notice, we react, we comprehend – until it all goes back to being nothing, to being an insignificant activity.

They say you don’t know the worth of the things bestowed upon you…until you lose them. True to the last essence of the sentence, eh

Take this moment to appreciate all that you have, even if it’s just a dry piece of bread. Appreciate and acknowledge the presence of mankind. Embrace the changes. And don’t worry, all the hurt, the pain will end. It will all be alright. Soon. Period