Category : Books

Destiny’s Arc : A Short Story

Nobody wakes up in the morning expecting to die today.

Yet he would die.


Because of events that took place late last night.

Right across the village.

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The Icedrop : Free Sample

The Icedrop Free Sample

Excerpt From Dr.Mani’s ‘THE ICEDROP’. To read the book, go here: click


I woke up.

I had been fast asleep for a long time. It could have been ten years. Or even a hundred. Maybe longer.

I didn’t know. I didn’t care.

High up in the exalted snow-capped peaks of the majestic Himalayas, time had a different meaning. Or no meaning.

The Glacier had been there for thousands of years; for millions; forever. It would be around for many more. Indian mythology calls it the birthplace of the sacred river, Mother Ganga. For me and many other ice drops, it was the only home we knew or remembered.

All around us the jagged mountain-tops thrust upwards into the sky in a determined effort to reach the heavens. Their pure snowy whiteness dazzled brilliantly in the late afternoon sunlight. In the distance I could see the opening to the cave within which the revered Ice God reigns in frozen splendor.


Book Review: The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck – by Mark Manson

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck - Book Review

If I Had a Penny…

If I had a penny for every time I’ve said to myself while reading this book, “If only I knew this when I was twenty!”

…then I’d have enough money to buy you – and everyone who reads this book review – a copy of “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck!


Book Review: ‘Bluff’ – by Lenore Skomal

Bluff by Lenore Skomal

I posted this review on for Lenore Skomal’s book, “Bluff” – and thought you might like it, too.

This book will force you to look deep inside your heart…

Bluff is among the best works of fiction I’ve read lately.  Setting the scene for opening a Pandora’s box of thorny issues, the author’s talent and writing skill reign sublime through what many will find a fascinating read.


The Book That Transformed My Nephew’s Life

The Emotion Prism

It was only a week back that my favorite nephew was sad and depressed, a broken man. His brow wrinkled with worry, his face pale and haggard. There were dark circles under his bloodshot eyes.

“You look terrible. Is it just the jet lag? Or a hangover?” I asked.

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