Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman


Of course, you have heard of Neil Gaiman. What with American Gods coming to TV this year, it is impossible not to have heard of Gaiman. But I chose to read Neverwhere before I read any other book of his because of two reasons:

a) As I was browsing his novels in office one afternoon,  I came to know Neverwhere was his first novel.

b) It was set in London. As a Potter fan, any fantasy fiction set in London is quite irresistible. And by ‘quite’, I mean ‘very’. Potter fans would agree.

Unlike Rowling, Gaiman paints a different picture of London. He takes you through the sewers of London to its rooftops filling you with a sense of deep, dark and mysterious. Richard, an office-going employee in a new town finds access to a world unknown to everyone around him, London Below and a series of adventures follow. This Urban Fantasy tale is Alice in Wonderland for adults, and just as delightful.

Also, this version of Neverwhere, the mass market paperback has a note by Neil himself, and an extra chapter, a short story based on the characters of the book at the end of the novel.



Inside the Heart of hope by Rishabh Puri

Book Review of ‘Inside the Heart of hope’ by Rishabh Puri


Rishabh Puri weaves an inspiring tale of human spirit rising above all odds. One is drawn to the little boy Rick, the protagonist of the story, right from the beginning. And we stick with him through out. His desire to run like the boys of his age is palpable. His fears become ours, as Rick is diagnosed with aortic valve stenosis, at a very young age. A medical condition of the heart that makes him visit the hospital many a times.

Rick goes through an emotional roller coaster of a life through out his teenage years. But his persistent nature leads him to spirituality, bouts of inspiration and finding purpose in life, as he doesn’t give into his condition, but finds a way to lead a wholesome life. The story takes an exciting turn when Rick meets Lisa, in the most unexpected of ways. Their romantic journey is sweet, delightful and keeps us wanting for more.

One of my favourite quotes in the story—“never judge someone by their health. So many times in life, people won’t associate with others who are not like them . . . If you see someone like that, go and be their friend.”

Through this story, Rishabh Puri shows us how not to let our limitations weigh us down, instead accept them and find a way to rise above our limitations.

Loved reading this novel.

A MUST READ, especially for teenagers and twenty year olds!

A pocket full of flowers

In my creative journey, I suddenly discovered the joy of flowers. This week I stumbled upon a pink scented Indian rose and from then now, my writing has seen a variety of flowers arranged in many different ways. Take a look at my them. Tell me if you liked any.


Bougainvillea, found one  on my morning walk.


Indian scented rose and bougainvillea.


Roses red, yellow and pink and a lone jasmine.


Some dried roses in a metal cup.


And lastly, some flowers with my book 🙂

Best wishes,



My Book – Born Too Soon


I’m so happy to share with you what New Zealand children’s story author Maria Gill feels about my story in Born Too Soon. 🙂

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My short story is published in the anthology novel Born Too Soon. Our book is a step in change towards society. It is a collection of strong and meaningful short stories and poems written by authors from various parts of India.

You can buy this book on Amazon.

Paperback on Amazon :

If you have already bought this book and read it, please let me know in the comments how you liked the book, and my story.

Ebook version on Kindle and Juggernaut will be available soon. I will post the link when they are available.

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my all-time favourite fictional quotes

“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the lights.” – Albus Dumbledore. Harry Potter Series – J K Rowling

“You should be kissed and often and by someone who knows how.” – Rhett Butler. Gone with the wind – Margaret Mitchell

“Honestly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” -Rhett Butler. Gone with the wind – Margaret Mitchell

“A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.” – Tyrion Lannister. Game of thrones – George R R Martin

“We don’t choose whom we love.” – Jamie Lannister. Game of thrones – George R R Martin

“To say ‘I love you’ one must know first how to say the ‘I’.” – Howard Roark. The Fountainhead- Ayn Rand

“10,000 hours of practice is needed to became an expert in any field.” – Outliers, Malcolm Gladwell.

“And when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it…” The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho

“I want to chase the dawn with you…” – Christian Grey. FSOG – E L James

“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” Anna Karenina- Leo Tolstoy

These are some of my favourite quotes. Tell me your favourites in the comments below.



Story Four


Yet another fight. Her friend asked her why she was still with him. They never agreed on anything. They didn’t have anything in common. They were astrological opposites! Even the stars didn’t want them together.

She still waited for him at the park behind the college that evening.

He: Golgappa!
She: Ice Cream.
He: Are you still my girlfriend?
She: Yes.
He: Then ice cream it is!

Yes, he was an arse at times. Most of the times. And then, there were these little things he said that made her grin like an idiot!



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Story Three

Story Four (this is for all those who are or have ever been depressed)

D E P R E S S I O N.

She thought as she twisted and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. It had been gnawing at her all day long and now it was chewing up her night. It wasn’t a condition like they all said. To her, it was a disease. A disease she knew not how she had caught. A disease whose venom was slowly but constantly spreading through her body. It was flowing through her veins like bad blood. Only, it wasn’t being refined in her heart, it was being more toxic with every beat of her heart.

It annoyed her to be this way. What was the last thing that happened that had triggered this ‘D’ in her again? Traffic? A low chortle escaped her. How silly was that?

Yes. The Traffic. The old clothes. The idle hours. The buildings. The streets. The food. The walk. The waking up. Just everything under the sun was enough to increase her depression ten fold.

Hypocrisy some would call it.

Others? Plain dramatic.

After all, what did she not have at her beck and call? A house, a family, a pretty face, a decent brain too.

But the disease didn’t think like that of her. Apparently so. Or it would have never chosen her to be its victim.

Alright, maybe she was being a tad dramatic. But who decided that she mustn’t be?

She switched on the lights, and went to the bedside mirror. She stood tall in front of it and smiled, limply. And then she stepped in to take a closer look. What stared back at her amazed her, in a horrible way. When was the last time she’d seen herself? Morning? Yesterday? A year ago? She didn’t remember having dark circles. Wrinkles. Fat cheeks. Freckles. Oh the list was endless. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, a pair of cynical eyes flashed at her from the mirror. Mocking her. Challenging her. As if they knew what was buried deep in her heart at this very moment.

‘What now?’ They smirked. ‘Who will stand by you?’ They asked.

Her parents were her last resort. They wouldn’t understand. They never did understand anything about her. And they never forgot to remind her that every single day. ‘Why can’t you wake up? Why can’t you go for a walk in the morning? Why can’t do well? Why can’t you plan your future? Why can’t you take any interest? Are you even listening?’ And the dreaded, ‘I don’t even understand this girl. She has everything and behaves like this.’ There you go!

He? ‘You are bringing your problems home.’ he said, before he left. Hadn’t he also said he would never leave? A guttural laugh escaped her. Talk of hypocrisy.

‘Friends? Relatives? Ac-Acquaintances, maybe?’ the vile eyes cut in. Slashing her.

Her lips drew into a thin line when she remembered the famous—‘If you desire something deeply, the whole world would conspire in helping you to achieve it’— It was a lie!

Oh, how had she ended up in this mess in the first place? Her head pounded. She rubbed her temples, remembering it was she who had brought this upon her. One wrong decision. And she was paying for it with every minute of her life from then on. She had tried to correct it. She was trying to correct it. If only, if only she had some peace. Some vigor. Some life. But it was over. Her heart had lost. The vile eyes were winning. They knew her darkest desires and deepest fears. They knew everything about her. And they were right. The way things were going, she stood no chance. She knew every time she sat to do what she wanted to do, depression cut in. Second chances were a joke.

She closed her eyes.

And when she opened them, they were coal black with fire dancing in them, and a smile pasted on her lips, she told the mirror, “I’m not giving up!”




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Story Two


She painted her nails and changed into jeans. She felt a little funny in her stomach as she thought of him and the task ahead of her, but she laughed it off. True, it was a guy’s job to do, but since when had she ever believed in gender-based roles?

She grabbed her pullover and was ready to leave, when her eyes fell upon the refrigerator and a thought struck her. Quickly she ran back and gobbled a piece of chocolate.

…. God forbid IF he said no, at least the chocolate would still be with her






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Story One

He followed her to the library every single day of the week for almost a month. He could wait no longer. Today, he decided to tell her.

He: I, I love you.

She: Sorry, but I’m already committed.

He: Oh…Uh… Who?

He had stalked her enough to know she did not have a boyfriend. So, what was she talking about?

She: Writing.

He blinked. Twice. And stepped back. In that moment, even he knew, he did not stand a chance.





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