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5 Kashmiri Restaurants in Delhi you must visit in 2021

What comes to your mind when you think of Kashmir, " The Heaven on Earth."    Or "India's Switzerland."   It is indeed a heaven for its majestic, mesmerizing and picturesque landscape as it is blessed with the most scenic view, which is worth visiting.   What is your last memory of visiting Kashmir?   Long Trek to hill, sun-kissed, snow-capped mountains, gushing streams of water and lush green gardens. Or a warm cup of kehwa with special Kashmiri bread or Telvor accompanied by sheer chai.   Dotted with the historical monument and extravagant culture and tradition, it is the famous shopping hub for someone who loves to explore the rich history and tradition of Kashmir.   Apart from its breathtaking beauty and awe-inspiring culture, Kashmir is also famous for the special delicacy "wazwan."   wazwan is a multi-course meal in Kashmiri cuisine, and its preparation is considered an art and matter of pride for every Kashmiri.   Almost all the d...
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The Silent Patient (Book Review)

                                                      'I love him so totally completely, sometimes it threatens to overwhelm me. Sometimes i think ... No. I won't write about that'  Alicia Berenson, a thirty–two years old painter renowned for her work Alcestis, a love story of saddest kind. Alcestis willingly sacrifices her life for her husband, Admetus, dying in his place when no one else will.    There is a pure heart to heart connection of Alicia with Alcestis’ story. And hence she named it Alcestis.      “Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive, and will come forth later, in uglier ways  '                                                           ...

Kafka On The Shore (Book Review)

“ Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.               why?      Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with   you. This storm is you. Something  inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.  There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine". His name is not Kafka, but when he set out on a quest for aimless , inexact destination , he gave himself this nickname that fits better to his charact...

Falling In Love Again , Book Review

  Falling in love again is probably the best thing that can happen to a young writer. It gives a certain spontaneity and intensity to his writing.  Falling in love again is a fusion of short, beautiful, unconventional love stories written by Ruskin bond. Those unconventional stories ring true to each of us, and many can relate to it in their lives.  It will be unfair in part of those who say they never fell in love, for they had been ignorant throughout their lives, they forget that their life had been a long love story. In the journey of life, they fall in love with the sun, the moon, flowers, books, roads, old trees, grannies and they will keep falling in love till their last breath.  The eyes have it  It is a nudge to those who turn blind eyes to the beauty of nature, chirping of a bird, hide and seek of sun and clouds, for they have too much to take in, and people with good eyesight cannot see what is right in front of them.  The subseque...

And Then There Were None (Book Review)

                                                 First there were ten, The story starts with ten strangers being invited as a weekend guest at the little private island off the coast of Devon. What’s queer about each character is that they have very vague acquaintance with their mysterious host, yet they set out for the island.  The situation becomes even more peculiar when their mysterious bon vivant host is not there to welcome them. Not sure of what they were getting into, surely one part of each personage knew that something is not right, but there was no going back they had already put themselves into boiling water. The story picks up with the disclosure of involvement in murder by each one of them in an individual capacity. Now they all knew they have Skelton in the closet, but they all try to appear clean and equivocate the facts.   The my...

When Love Came Calling , Book Review

I t is a story of Arush, 22 years old, born and raised in the UK, a practical, artistically gifted, hardworking, career-oriented, and shy boy, who visits India as a part of an international program for doing voluntary work and learning new skills, as a part of college credit. Puja, 19, polar opposite, an aimless girl, who has no focus in life, just taking days as it comes, very impulsive, immature, and tragedy’s favorite child from Kerala, who was enrolled in a community development program by her mother in The NGO located at Wayanad which works with tribal, Dalit women and disadvantaged children. Arush and puja, chalk and cheese characters meet here for the first time, their constant encounters at dinner, work, and over tea, from catching glimpses, and smile to a revelation of feelings slowly turns into love, an unspoken love which both of them felt for each other but never unveiled. And then series of events ensued where puja got trapped in a misadventure, and they had to part. later...

Five Books That Changed My Life

I had grown up seeing my father reading lots and lots of books and because he would read a lot, I never found him at loss for words.   He was an avid reader and a prolific writer. Not only he would read, but also he had written a good number of articles. He was a great leader; he could influence anybody. Be at the dinner table or at his office conference’s, he would win million hearts.    H e was a man of letters, extremely erudite His presence would daunt normal people. He would always egg us on reading books. As a kid, I would turn deaf ear to his persuasions for reading.  But later on, when I entered college, I found my way to the fiction and self-help section in the college library, though my father had maintained a full-fledged library which comprised almost all the genres, Issuing a book from the library would give me extra motivation owing to the timeline it would come with.  When I set out on the path of reading, I had promised myself to read at least 50...