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


Howdy folks!

It’s been so long since I’ve last been here, I feel I’ve almost forgotten how to write!

Well, this post is going to be a rant, I forewarn you.

The past two years have been full of victories and downfalls for me. Filled with eye- opening experiences, they held some of the most important lessons and some of the most grief-stricken failures. As I walk towards finishing the eighteenth year of my life, I look back to summarize the most essential things I’ve learnt so far.

I’ve learnt to love in a selfless fashion. Love is the most powerful weapon one can possess because it’s proof of a complete soul, a soul so powerful that the might of it can uproot many tyrannies.

Love or else they’ll subdue you.

I’ve learnt to think. To think is a power few possess; it is what that sets us apart from other creations of god almighty.

Think or else you might never escape.

I’ve learnt to have faith. It gives me the strength to wake up every morning and coax myself to go on and fight the everyday battles and play the game called life.

Have faith or you will give up before you learn to live.

I’ve learnt to express freely. It gave courage to those around me and helped stop evil at instances more than one.

Express, or else you’ll be alone.

I’ve learnt that no matter what, you are the only one playing at your side. No one else will stick along . They will blame you, will play with you until you are broken.

Trust nobody with your life, or else they’ll crush you.

Keep in mind, there are supporters but they may betray you. Never regret, never look back. Just walk with a high held head and chuck out the negativities.

Stay positive.

Stay blessed.

GM – your views? 

Hello folks ! 

I need a small favour today!

It’s been a while since I had last posted. In this post I’ve decided to take up the topic of  – brace yourselves – genetic modification. No…I’m not a bio freak and I don’t want the people from the fashion and business worlds  to leave ! Just read through the next few lines and post a comment to get a reblog ! (Ok that was a Lil too much I agree lol !)

Genetic modification refers to altering an organisms dna. It is a way to accelerate the process of evolution for our own benefits.

Promotion of genetically modified crops is in the interest of mankind in the long run. What are your views on this? Be sure to leave your opinions !

Snail Mail <3

Hello everydbody!
I’ve been off the blogosphere lately (courtsey my last year of school). I’m sorry for that but hey, I’m back!
A huge shout out to Jacob (from That’s So Jacob) who actually pulled me back here.

A week ago I had revieved a Snail Mail by Jacob Hellman (hope you checked out his awesome blog!)

This was the first time I had ever recieved a snail mail (weird ?) and that too from over the seas! I was overwhelmed – that’d be an understatement! The sheer excitement to open it and read the hand written content, the transference of ideas through the scent of fresh paper, the eagerness to get down to writing the reply – it was all a first time experince for me! And I loved it.  (I’d thought of posting a picture but then I’m not confident about making the contents public haha!)

I guess it’ll take some time for me to get back to my normal mode of writing …but Mr Hellman, you sure made my day!

I’ll be back to writing my original kinda posts soon! Stay tuned!