Category: Prose
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Book Review: And the Mountains Echoed
“All good things in life are fragile and easily lost.” Indeed. And the Mountains Echoed is Khaled Hosseini’s third book, setting also about the atrocities in Afghanistan. Khaled Hosseini’s writing, like I said in my previous review of A Thousand Splendid Suns, is very open, honest and clear. He is…
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Tempest at Breakfast
(Early 1920s, Britain) (It is a warm morning in June, the trees swaying lush green around the garden of a large cottage. A table is set for two in the lawn and a bell is rung somewhere inside the house. Breakfast is laid out by a maid and there is…
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A Letter to a Broken Soul
Dear Rue, You are not alone. You are loved and remembered. Memories may haunt you. You may feel helpless and pointless. But you are not. You are a thousand times stronger and I know it. You just need a bit of time—we all do. We grow at our own pace,…
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A Deja Vu of Existence
Do you ever get the feeling that you can’t believe you exist? Your eyes dim to the reality around you that slowly fades for a split second as if everything, the very existence of life, seems impossible. You try to comprehend the matter and nature of your body, try to…
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Book Review: The Picture of Dorian Gray
“How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June…. If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture…
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Book Review: A Thousand Splendid Suns
“Learn this now and learn it well. Like a compass facing north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.” This book destroyed me. A Thousand Splendid Suns is a war-fiction novel written by the Afghan-American author, Khaled Hosseini. The story revolves around two Afghan women…
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Book Review: The Woman in White
There, in the middle of the broad bright high-road—there, as if it had that moment sprung out of the earth or dropped from the heaven—stood the figure of a solitary Woman, dressed from head to foot in white garments, her face bent in grave inquiry on mine, her hand pointing…
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Book Review: Wuthering Heights
‘I must stop it, nevertheless!’ I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, ice-cold hand! The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back…
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An Autumn Chronicle
It happened some time ago, in late October, on a dreary autumn day. I had gone out with my camera to take aesthetic photographs of the rusting ombre trees that swayed in the cold breeze. I was in high spirits, for the Fall Contest of Photography was to be held…
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Happy 1st Anniversary of My Blog!
On this day, 12th of February, 2021, exactly a year ago, I took the step of making this blog! Thank you, dear reader, for your love! Truly appreciate your support all this way! ❤ ✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦.* :★｡ﾟ･ ───✧
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