Shah Tazrian Ashrafi

I picked up this book on a whim. Maybe it was the easy-to-hold feel of it. Or maybe it was the golden sticker adorning the names of the prizes it has amassed that floated on the water hyacinth covered pond. Whatever the reason, it sure didn't disappointed me.

After you are assigned the responsibility of taking care of a baby, the good and bad sides of the task start to unroll. Like a rollercoaster ride, it has its highs and lows.

A woman raps fiercely using slangs as though they are very typical in hip hop music. She flaunts her designer shoes, accessories, exotic cars, and even poses beside a tied leopard. She is overwhelmed with her success and that's why finds it necessary to rap about it. People have been commenting crazy stuff in the comments section. For example, “This song makes me want to fight the water in the shower”.

Instead of finding out what kind of natural disaster you are, take this quiz, which is more appropriate for the season.

The hardcover is clothed with a blue dust jacket with an illustration of two egrets flying among clouds and above the title. The clouds, I believe, represent Kalimpong, where the novel is set and the story unrolls along its winding roads. Sometimes it leaps over continents and focuses on another character living an immigrant life in New York City. Sometimes, it travels to the past, shedding light on history.

They thought she was possessed by her son's ghost. The sand coloured saree that she wore far too often, and her curly, greyed, short hair added to this belief of theirs that settled as sediment in their hearts.

While being a quiet person is appreciated, it does not always invite good things. Here are some struggles you can relate to only if you're more of an observer than a speaker.

I am standing on the edge of the window as usual. It is the only humongous window without any grillwork in the house. The sunlight always falls on me without any shape, with its arms and legs stretched out. As of now, the sun is not visible. The clouds are guarding the sky, grumbling with unequal intervals. Some are static, some are floating slowly but surely, like ghost ships. I want to be up there among the grey explosions bleeding into each other for as long as they are there. I want to ride one of the clouds, and lose my direction marvelling over the cityscape.

There are books that you read just for the sake of reading. There are books that make you skip a bundle of pages to avoid the dullness. And then there are books that don't allow you to skip even a single page. Rich People Problems is one such book.

Swimming in water bodies abloom with plastic was very common for Subhash and his father. They depended on any salvage they could find from the plastic controlled territories on the island they lived in. The plastic materials were everywhere—in the ponds, in the forests, on the roads, on the puddles, in places where they shouldn't be. It was as though they were manmade creatures walking all over the earth and ultimately settling where they find it comfortable to create a colony of their own. They came in various shapes and sizes. Though diverse, they all existed for the same purpose.

The Dalai Lama once said, “Sleep is the best meditation.” Of course, his words are true and so is my dedication to this natural human need. I am sure I am not the only one who loves sleep more than anything else. Here are the struggles you can relate to if you have a strong bond with your bed.

Right now, I am all blue. I was supposed to have my feet on the ground, and study for my upcoming exam–which is in two days.

Managing physical notes is tough at times as there are many chances of losing them or not being able to access them immediately when necessary. If you're someone who finds it difficult to keep track of notes, then Evernote is for you.

You are basic. Though you can blend in with everyone easily, not everyone has strong feelings for you. Some take you for granted unless they are almost dying. Some use your existence and are actually grateful to you; some just take advantage of you all the time and never express gratitude. Despite the negativity, you should focus more on the most positive side of things, that is, your cousins always follow your lead. You are literally the first one of your kind.

The sea's calmness would pull one in with its tentacles. The sea never runs out of tentacles, because of course, the sea is always thick with octopuses. It would be plain wrong if it ever did run out of them. One would find it hard to believe how calm the sea was. If you were a boat, you would find it rocking you back and forth, sometimes caressing as well, as if you were a baby cradle. An outrageous sea below the

One might love to spend their entire day alone, listening to “High Hopes” by Kodaline followed by some other songs. While one might love the thought at first, it might just grow stale after half an hour or so. This is what mainly differentiates a person who loves solitude from one who doesn't.

Shukumar, the old cemetery caretaker's time was up. Destiny had a little yet important role to play. It made an driver under the influence crash an SUV into the graveyard. 58 year old Shukumar was hit by the SUV as it ploughed right into the fence beside which he always sat. He was a bird watcher. Sometimes when there weren't any birds, he fixed his gaze on the plants. His eyes would start from the visible roots

I identify myself as a keyboard. I am the one without whom the prospect of writing this article would've seemed impossible. It has

We know bookworms to be the bunch that enjoys reading and everything bookish. However, our joy of reading is always surrounded by some lingering enemies. Before using the Avis spell on the enemies, let's discover them.

After the sun hides itself, Leaving trails of flame