Book title : Broken Dreams - A Callipur Murder Mystery Author : Aditya Banerjee Cover : The cover shows a car in a garage in the background and a newspaper in the foreground. The book opens up in Callipur with an introduction detailing in which year the story is set along with relevant actualities pertaining to that period so that the reader can see herself in the exact time period. Next thing which I liked was the fact that each chapter was dedicated to a character. Each chapter reveals different layers of the attributed character all the while building the rising action of the plot. The narration is no-nonsense and to the point. The murder happens at the end of the first chapter after which the book is unputdownable. New characters are introduced for the next five chapters while the case is under investigation. the reader's mind is still trying to guess who is the suspect. The remaining chapters are now dedicated to specific events which eventually brings ...
There I watched The brightly glowing ball Slowly rising Amid the lush clump of trees The clouds parted And a fiery orange streak burst out A warm ray of sunlight gently paled down. The early morning dewdrops scintillated Sending tiny flashes of light Like dainty diamonds Set on the velvety leaves. And she turned to her son: Someday you will also rise To the pinnacle my child. You will make small things shine too With the light of your success. As she held him skywards He obliterated the sun and haloed he was She knew he was sun-kissed! ~ Tisha Axel Sunrise photo credit: Deepika
The rose bud The soft petals Clad between the sepals Oblivious to daily dismals Drops of water dribbled Gliding soflty off the sepals Not a single drop Reaching the smooth petals. Sweet Little Rose She was protected likewise by her beloved parents Shielded was she of difficulties Not a single hardship did she encounter They were deviated vehemently By this armour called Parents! The rose bud had bloomed Into a beautiful flower The sepals had curled dowmwards All the same supporting the rose. The rains came again How the droplets Landed ruthlessly on the petals! Poor rose flower was drenched! Little Rose blossomed Into a lovely maiden Her parents were bent with age Yet upholded their Rose. Challenges arose again How they bore down Upon Sweet Rose Poor Rose was burdened! - Tisha Axel
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