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Book Review- The Bastard of Istanbul

Book Review- The conservative yet progressive Turkey is just like its geographical location- somewhere between east and west is the land that bears the burden of its past and is still marching into a new future. The magical realist descriptions of Istanbul and Asya's home are powerful: these are places where djinns comfortably coexist in the plot. Asya's articles highlighted in bold letters in the book give a clever view of the politics and culture of Turkey. The gives a perspective that while Armenians and Turkish are so close to each other culturally, they have an unexplained hatred for each other which has built over years. The book made me google all about the genocide!  Very heavy dose history there....

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Book Review-My Best Friend’s Son’s wedding by Zarreen Khan

We all have been missing the wedding season for too long now and if you are a reader with imagination then grab a copy and enjoy being part of the grand wedding (s) Zarreen is a gifted writer. She writes humor with so much ease and no sleaze. She makes her characters so real and relatable and as a reader, you can’t help but associate them with at least one person in your friend circle. This is a great read for those who like romantic comedies as a genre in novels. This is a story of Minty Sood and her friend Kriti Vasani who represent the elite Delhi women. Minty is the widowed daughter in law of the super-rich Sood household and...

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A daugh­ter’s last good­bye to her Babaji

Vis­it­ing an old age home on a spe­cial occasion has been a prac­tice in­stilled in me by my mother ever since I was a teenager. She in­sisted that any joy­ous occasion must be cel­e­brated with mem­bers of the nearby old age home first, be­fore cel­e­brat­ing it with friends. It was dur­ing one of my birth­day vis­its that I met Babaji in the old age home. A tall and a fit gen­tle­man, wear­ing a crisp, white cot­ton kurta-py­jama with a flow­ing white beard and a neat tur­ban, he stood with folded hands when I met him for the first time. Since I was a reg­u­lar, my eyes never missed out a new face. But his face couldn’t have been missed be­cause he looked...

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