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Dear John, book review

"Dear John", this book would never have been on my desk. Though I like to write romance(though I don’t remember when was the last time I wrote romance), reading of this genre was never my cup of tea. Actually it happened so that I had heard praises for the film, "The notebook". And my sis the other day watched it and liked it a lot. So I decided to watch it. Now the question was, whether to watch the film first or to read the book on it. Now I have read Nora Robert(writes romance) earlier and I knew I can't read anything of the genre. It's that my sis's vacation has started and shockingly she wanted to read book, A book but one that will not need any amount of thinking. She started searching for teenage romance. For me it’s like, God! These books are so dumb. But she wanted it nevertheless. So I thought about The notebook. But it was already in circulation, so the picked next book of the same author. I know I don’t need to write all this but thoughts ar…

The story is...

They were on the couch, holding hands. She was resting her head on his shoulder. Some movie was playing on tv but it looked comical without any sound. No words were exchanged between the two but felt all the same. She shifted and looked in his eyes, My Perfect husband. As he looked in her deep brown eyes, he smiled, how lucky they were to be together. She had the most amazing eyes and an such a loving heart, my Perfect wife. They were so much in love. He could see a tear forming at the corner her left eye. He leaned closer and whispered, I love you! I will always love you, and held her closer. Even without words, they both could feel the deepest emotion erupting in the other.
      Then suddenly, suddenly, the tv went black. He closed his eyes tightly till it hurt.

Hey mister-good-for-nothing!, a voice echoed behind him. It was pungent, mocking voice.
Food is on the table, I'm having dinner. Come over if you want to have it. I am not going to wait for you. She murmured a curse. He t…

The Odyssey

*** My original post was deleted :( I don't know how. Tried to recover, but no luck :( So I have just saved my old post content to this new post..This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 34; the thirty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "Of-Course, I'm insane" "Are you insane?", some woman asked in hysteric voice.The ladies compartment was moderately crowded. My eyes drifted in the direction of the voice. She was middle aged woman, dressed in a nice cotton saree with a suave floral pattern. She was sitting on fourth seat diagonally opposite to me on the other side of the train aisle. Her authoritative and arrogant face implicated the ilk of government employee who send back the customers complaining either that some unwanted document was missing or it was their tea time/lunch time. In her lap wa…

Rangoli 2012

Happy Diwali to you all! Diwali means lights, lanterns, sweets, crackers and rangolis. Some of my Diwali rangolis -

The Comedians, Book

This post comes almost after two months. But I am thankful that it’s not due to compulsion of filling the space. Most of my past posts have been book review, as is this one. Usually, before I request a book from, I spend considerable time in searching book fitting the mood. After spending quite some time reading spiritual books, I wanted to read some fiction work. I don’t remember how I landed on this book. But after reading I was happy about the catch.The ComediansThree men meet on a ship bound for Haiti, a world in the grip of the corrupt “Papa Doc” and the Tontons Macoute, his sinister secret police. Brown the hotelier, Smith the innocent American, and Jones the confidence man—these are the “comedians” of Greene’s title. Hiding behind their actors’ masks, they hesitate on the edge of life. They are men afraid of love, afraid of pain, afraid of fear itself...***Has it been difficult transition for you from contemporary read to a classic? Well, it always has been for …

The devotion of suspect X : Book Review

Yasuko Hanaoka is a divorced, single mother who thought she had finally escaped her abusive ex-husband Togashi. When he shows up one day to extort money from her, threatening both her and her teenaged daughter Misato, the situation quickly escalates into violence and Togashi ends up dead on her apartment floor. Overhearing the commotion, Yasuko’s next door neighbor, middle-aged high school mathematics teacher Ishigami, offers his help, disposing not only of the body but plotting the cover-up step-by-step.When the body turns up and is identified, Detective Kusanagi draws the case and Yasuko comes under suspicion. Kusanagi is unable to find any obvious holes in Yasuko’s manufactured alibi and yet is still sure that there’s something wrong. Kusanagi brings in Dr. Manabu Yukawa, a physicist and college friend who frequently consults with the police. Yukawa, known to the police by the nickname Professor Galileo, went to college with Ishigami. After meeting up with him again, Yukawa is conv…

When Journey Meant More Than Destination

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 25; the Silver Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'When Journey Meant More Than Destination'. शोध तुझापहाटे सकाळी मी उठले
अंधारी मन्द धुके पसरले होते
दुर कुथेतरी धुंद बसुरी वाजत होती
जणु मला स्वतःकदे मोहीत होतीकळोखी चिम्ण्या चीवचीवत होती
थण्ड झूळूक अंगी रोमांच आणीत होती
धुक्यातून एक सावली उमगली
मनातली इच्छा जणू पूर्ण झालीधावले तुझ्याजवळ सगळे विसरुन
पण ती सावली गुप्त झाली मला भूलवून
शोधीत फिरले इकदे तिकदे तुला, कान्हा
तुझी बासरी ओडीत माझ्या मनामाझी घालमेल तुला कळत नाही का?
माझ्यावर तूला प्रेम नाहीका?
हळू ह्ळू सकाळ उजळीत होती
धूके विरून बासरीही मंद होत होतीआजही नाही भेटलास तू, कन्हा
विरहाने अजून व्याकूळ केलेस माझ्या मना
पण हाच विरह तुझ्याजवळ नेतो मला
ह्याच विरहात प्रेमाचा प्रवास मी अर्पण करते तुला

-    मेघा हावरे  ©PS : After a loooong time I have posted on my blog. I was into this so-called writer…