Kalki Trilogy by Kevin Missal – A Modern Mythological Epic Worth Reading?

Some books tell a story. Others leave you questioning history, faith, power, and humanity. The Kalki Trilogy by Kevin Missal did exactly that for me.

As someone deeply interested in Indian culture, mythology, and storytelling, I picked up this trilogy expecting another mythological retelling. What I found instead was a gripping fantasy rooted in Indian traditions while feeling refreshingly modern.

First Impressions

The books are beautifully designed, and even before reading the first page, they give the impression of an epic waiting to unfold. Once I started reading, I realised this wasn't going to be a conventional interpretation of Lord Vishnu's final avatar.

Kevin Missal creates a world where kingdoms, politics, warfare, spirituality, and human emotions blend together seamlessly. Rather than relying solely on mythology, he builds believable characters who struggle with fear, ambition, love, loss, and duty.

What I Loved

1. A Fresh Take on Mythology

The trilogy doesn't attempt to recreate ancient scriptures word for word. Instead, it imagines what the legend of Kalki could look like through the lens of fantasy fiction.

This approach makes the story accessible even to readers who aren't deeply familiar with Hindu mythology.

2. Strong Character Development

One of the strongest aspects of the trilogy is its characters.

Nobody is entirely good or completely evil. Every character has flaws, motivations, and internal conflicts, making them feel incredibly human.

3. Fast-paced Storytelling

The narrative moves quickly without feeling rushed.

Action sequences are cinematic, political conflicts remain engaging, and emotional moments have enough depth to make you care about the people behind the battles.

4. Rich World-building

Kevin Missal has created an immersive world filled with kingdoms, traditions, military strategies, and ancient beliefs. It feels familiar because of its Indian roots while offering enough originality to surprise the reader.

What Could Have Been Better

No book is perfect.

At certain points, the story introduces many characters and kingdoms within a short span, which may feel overwhelming initially. A few readers may also expect a more traditional mythological narrative, whereas this trilogy leans heavily towards fantasy.

However, these are minor concerns compared to the overall reading experience.

Writing Style

Kevin Missal's writing is simple, engaging, and highly visual.

He doesn't overcomplicate the language, making the books suitable for both new readers and seasoned mythology enthusiasts. The pacing keeps you invested throughout the trilogy.

My Final Thoughts

The Kalki Trilogy isn't merely about prophecy or war.

It explores leadership, destiny, morality, sacrifice, and the consequences of power. More importantly, it reminds us that heroes are shaped by their choices rather than their birth.

If you're someone who enjoys mythology reimagined with fantasy, compelling characters, and a story that balances action with philosophy, this trilogy deserves a place on your bookshelf.

My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (5/5)

I'd recommend this series to readers who loved The Shiva Trilogy by Amish Tripathi or anyone looking to explore Indian mythology through a fresh, imaginative perspective.

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Have you read the Kalki Trilogy? I'd love to hear your thoughts. Who was your favourite character, and what did you think of Kevin Missal's interpretation of Kalki? Let me know in the comments!

When I Needed You the Most, Papa.

Sometimes, the heart remembers what the mind never learned to hold.

That little girl still lives inside me,

the one who searches for her father whenever life becomes too heavy to breathe.

Whenever the world feels too loud, too cruel, too lonely.

And yet, the truth is painful…

From childhood, I was never emotionally attached to him.

We lived under the same roof, but not in the same emotional space.

There were silences instead of conversations, distance instead of warmth.

I never learned how to reach for him when I needed comfort.

But life has a strange way of revealing what the heart has been hiding.

Today, when I am broken mentally, physically, financially, emotionally,

the only name my soul calls out, unconsciously, is “Papa.”

On 19th January, I went through my last PRP transplant.

As the doctors shifted me from the operation theatre to the ICU,

my consciousness was fading…

but my heart was awake.

I wasn’t calling the doctors.

I wasn’t calling my friends.

I wasn’t even calling God.

I was calling Papa.

I held my cousin brother’s hand tightly

not as a sister,

but as a daughter who needed her father.

In that moment, his hand felt like my father’s hand.

Safe. Strong. Familiar.

Later, when my cousin sent me the picture he had clicked in that moment,

my heart shattered into silent pieces.

There I was vulnerable, unconscious,

still searching for the man I once stayed away from.

“When they are here, we ignore them.

When they leave, we search for them in our prayers.”

When my father was alive,

I kept my distance.

I didn’t understand the value of his presence.

I didn’t feel the need to lean on him.

But today…

I need him the most.

Not for money.

Not for solutions.

Just for his presence.

For his voice.

For the comfort only a father can give.

“Some relationships are understood only through loss.”

They say,

“You only realize someone’s importance when they are gone.”

And now I understand how painfully true that is.

Because even though I was never emotionally close to him,

my soul still knows where to run when it is tired.

It runs to Papa.

Maybe love doesn’t always show itself loudly.

Maybe some bonds stay quiet, hidden, unfinished.

But when life breaks you,

those unfinished bonds come back to hold you.

And today,

I hold onto his memory

the way I once held my cousin’s hand in the ICU as if I were holding my father’s.

“Not all love is expressed.

Some love is only felt in the deepest pain.”

Book Review: October Junction — A Quiet Symphony of Life, Love & Becoming

October Junction by Divya Prakash Dubey is a novel that lives softly in your mind long after you’ve turned the last page. Not a loud or dramatic story, it’s one of those rare books that feels like a familiar sigh of poignant without exaggeration, gentle yet reflective, and deeply humane. It’s a book about people, choices, time, and the curious intersections that shape our inner lives.

The Heart of the Story

At its core, October Junction tracks the relationship between two individuals Chitra and Sudeep, who first meet by chance in the timeless city of Banaras on 10 October 2010, and then continue to meet every year on that same date for a decade. It’s not a conventional romance, and yet it is thoroughly a story about love, though not the kind that cinema often depicts. Instead, it is a meditation on companionship, evolving ambitions, and the quiet ways in which two lives can remain connected without labels.

Sudeep and Chitra are ordinary in their aspirations and yet extraordinary in the way they inhabit time together. One becomes a successful entrepreneur, the other blossoms into a well-known writer, and through all the transformations of career, identity, success, and disappointment, they keep returning to their October 10 meeting their junction in time. 

Writing Style: Simple yet Deep

Divya Prakash Dubey’s prose are written in his characteristic “new hindi” and feels like a conversation with a friend. It’s unpretentious and avoids literary showmanship, yet it is emotionally incisive and full of genuine insight. He deals with universal themes of ambition, love, identity, regret, and hope and using language that is wonderfully accessible for both seasoned readers and newcomers to Hindi literature. 

What seems simple on the surface has layers beneath. The narrative doesn’t rush; instead, it drifts like autumnal Banaras fog, encouraging the reader to pause, reflect, and feel. Everyday dialogues become carriers of deeper meanings and about what we choose, what we leave behind, and how we reconcile the life we live with the life we dreamed of. 

Themes and Emotional Resonance

One of the most striking aspects of October Junction is how it defies clear categorization. Is it a love story? Yes, but it’s also a story about goals and compromises. Is it a tale of two lives intersecting? Yes, but it’s also about how individuals grow while carrying parts of each other within themselves. This duality of separation and attachment, of choice and chance, is at the heart of the novel’s emotional power. 

The StoryGraph

The structure itself is meeting once every year acts as a kind of emotional calendar. In each chapter we see subtle shifts: in Sudeep’s ambitions, in Chitra’s insecurities, in the way silence becomes as significant as speech. The author does not rush to wrap up everything neatly; instead, he invites readers to linger in the in-between spaces of thought and feeling. 

Characters: Real and Relatable

What makes Chitra and Sudeep feel so real is not extraordinary behavior but their ordinariness of their hopes, their self-doubt, their contradictions. Sudeep’s entrepreneurial zeal contrasts with Chitra’s artistic vulnerability, yet both characters find in each other not rivalry, but resonance. Their annual ritual of meeting becomes less about romance and more about remembering why they chose who they chose not just once, but repeatedly. 

The story doesn’t spell everything out. Some readers may yearn for dramatic twists or definitive closures, but the narrative’s strength lies in what is felt between the lines. The quiet spaces, the pauses, the unspoken possibilities of these are what make the characters linger in one’s thoughts long after the book is closed.

Pace and Atmosphere

If you enjoy fast-paced plots with constant action, October Junction might feel slow at times. But the deliberate pacing is intentional. It mirrors how real relationships sometimes evolves not with fireworks, but with tender shifts in understanding, moments of silence, and accumulation of shared memories. Banaras itself, with its timelessness and layered history, plays a subtle yet unmistakable role in shaping the ambience of the novel. 

Final Thoughts

October Junction is more than a story. It’s an experience. It invites the reader to sit with its characters, observe their evolution, and reflect on one’s own junctions of time and choice. It carries both nostalgia and a quiet urgency and urging us to cherish what we have, recognize what we seek, and understand that some intersections in life, even if brief and annually can become deeply transformative.

This novel may not offer dramatic crescendos, but it offers something perhaps rarer: an honest mirror to the ordinary poetry of living. It’s a book to be savored slowly, like the first cup of chai on a misty morning, and remembered like a song that plays softly long after it has ended. 

December

This December was totally different.

People often say January lets you dream and December shows you reality — and this year, reality hit differently. I lost and gained all at once. I realized that sometimes you find family not through blood, but through the simple truth of your existence.

My guru once told me, “Be true to your art form. It will give you everything.”

And today, as 2025 comes to an end, I can finally say — he was right.

My art, my passion, my existence… they have brought some extraordinary people into my life.

People questioned me often —

“Why do you always choose them over your own well-being?”

I never had an answer.

But when life slowed me down…

When I found myself in a moment where pain was loud and escape was impossible…

They were the ones who stayed.

Trying to make the pain feel lighter,

Trying to make me feel safe,

To remind me that I don’t have to fight alone.

Today, I know the answer —

I chose them, because they chose me first.

Not for what I do, but for who I am.

And that kind of bond… that’s the rarest kind of blessing December could ever reveal.

Here’s to endings that heal us,

To people who stay,

And to art that keeps giving life back to us… always. ✨💛

Forever wala forever ♾️

There are friends… and then there are those who become a part of your soul.

The ones who walk beside you not ahead, not behind just beside, quietly reminding you that you’re never alone.

Dosti sirf waqt bitane ka zariya nahi,

yeh woh rishta hai jo waqt ke saath aur gehra hota jata hai.

They are the silence between your words,

the laughter after your breakdowns,

the calm in your chaos.

We don’t always talk every day,

we don’t always share everything but when life gets heavy,

one message, one glance, one walk together…

and suddenly, everything feels okay again.

Kuch rishton mein likha nahi hota ‘forever’,

par wo hamesha dil ke paas rehte hain.

Here’s to the friends who stayed not just because they had to,

but because they chose to. 🤍

A Soulful Afternoon at Parmat’s Anandeshwar Mandir, Kanpur

During my recent visit to Kanpur, I took some time to explore one of the city’s most revered spiritual sites — Anandeshwar Mandir, located at Parmat on the banks of the sacred Ganga. Though I’ve read and heard about its serenity before, being there in person was an entirely different experience — one that left me calm, reflective, and quietly inspired.

It was a Monday afternoon when I visited, accompanied by my cousin and one of his friends. Mondays, being special for Lord Shiva devotees, are naturally busier than usual days. As expected, the temple was filled with devotees carrying small kalash of Ganga jal, flowers, and offerings. The air was thick with the sound of bells, chants, and the fragrance of incense. Despite the rush, there was a sense of discipline and deep devotion that somehow made the place feel peaceful rather than crowded.

The Anandeshwar Mandir is dedicated to Lord Shiva, and according to local legend, the Shivling here emerged naturally from the earth. Standing before it, I could sense the faith of countless devotees who have come here for generations, seeking blessings and inner peace. The sanctum glowed with the light of flickering diyas, and the chanting of “Om Namah Shivaya” seemed to echo through every corner of the temple. Surrounding the main shrine are smaller temples dedicated to Parvati, Ganesha, and Kartikeya, completing the divine family.

After offering my prayers, we walked towards the nearby Ganga ghat, just a few steps away from the temple. The gentle breeze from the river and the golden rays of the afternoon sun reflected beautifully on the water. Sitting there for a few minutes, I watched people performing rituals, lighting diyas, and talking in soft voices. There was something incredibly grounding about the moment of the coexistence of chaos and calm, faith and everyday life.

If you plan to visit, I’d suggest going either early morning or late afternoon to truly absorb the temple’s atmosphere. However, Mondays, especially during the Shravan month, bring a different kind of energy, vibrant, crowded, yet full of spirit and faith. It’s a sight worth experiencing at least once.

As we left the temple, the bells were still ringing, and the sound of the Ganga followed us back through the narrow lanes. That afternoon at Anandeshwar Mandir reminded me that spirituality isn’t always about grandeur sometimes, it’s about small moments of silence and connection that stay within you long after you’ve left.

UNWANTED CLOSURE..

Some chapters close quietly, without warning or final words, and some connections simply fade with time because life moves us in different directions. And that's okay.

I'm learning to accept that not everything ends with closure, not every bond lasts forever. It's hard, especially for someone like me who's never been good at letting go. I hold on too tightly, even when the weight becomes too much.

But I'm beginning to understand that peace can come not from holding on, but from allowing things to end gently, without resistance.

Book Review: The Art of Being Alone by Renuka Gavrani

Book Review: The Art of Being Alone by Renuka Gavrani 

Rating: ★★★★☆ (4/5) 

Gavrani, in The Art of Being Alone, provides beautifully crafted prose and her heartfelt reflections presenting solitude not as emptiness but as an opportunity for rediscovery. She serves a gentle yet powerful reminder of what inner growth and healing is, restoring one’s self.  

This book promises to provide solace to those struggling with loneliness or seeking comfort in solitude. One of my favorites in the book: “You are not alone because you are unloved; you are alone because you need to love yourself first.” Lines like these make profound impact given the context of the fast-paced modern world where stillness is often misconstrued as dreadful.  

Silence – Gavrani encourages the acceptance of silence as strength, not a weakness. “In the quiet, you will meet the version of yourself you were too busy to notice,” she states, bringing comfort yet a transformative perspective to her readers.  

Emotional independence, renewing one’s self, healing from within, personal boundaries, and embracing the beauty of solitude are some of the predominant themes in the book. It is a wonderful companion for those reflective rainy days and serene nights.  

This gentle guidebook fosters tender positivity towards solitude, loneliness, stillness, and promotes self-reflection. In short, it is an inspiring ode towards self-love. Anyone struggling to deepen their connection with the self should truly read this work of art.

December 2023

 

उस साल भी तो  हम दिसंबर में ही मिले थे न। वो पहला साल मेरा अपने शहर अपने लोगो से दूर। वो पहला साल एक नए शहर में। एक पहला साल कुछ अलग सा दिसंबर। देखो इस बार भी फिर वैसे ही मैं इस दिसंबर मे ही तुमसे और उस शहर से दूर हो रही। दूर हो रही फिर वैसे ही जैसे चार साल पहले मैं इस शहर और अपनो से दूर हुई थी। 

 शायद कुछ नया आने से पहले अपने से और खासकर उस शहर से दूर होना जरूरी है। 

लेकिन इस बार मैं पहले की तरह नही रो रही।  नहीं हूँ उदास क्योंकि इसबार न अपने आपको खुश करना जानती हूँ मैं, 

खुश हूँ मैं अपने आप से।।

TANGLED THREADS: a durga puja situationship

                                      

In the vibrant city of Kolkata, amidst the festive fervor of Durga Puja in 2021, fate wove an unexpected tale of connection and emotions between two young artists, Naina and Ayan. Their story began when Naina was introduced to Ayan through a mutual friend during the colorful festivities. Little did they know that their encounter would spark a pure bond of friendship that would soon entangle their hearts in the web of love.

As days passed, Naina and Ayan started chatting on WhatsApp, their conversations flowing effortlessly as they discovered their shared passion for art and the stage. Naina, a graceful dancer and skilled illustrator, found herself captivated by Ayan’s magnetic charm as a theater artist. The way he effortlessly brought characters to life on the stage left her mesmerized, and she began to admire his artistry deeply.

However, as their friendship blossomed, Naina couldn’t deny the subtle shift in her feelings towards Ayan. She found herself drawn to him in ways that transcended mere friendship. Her heart was torn as she discovered that Ayan was already committed to someone else. Despite the internal turmoil, Naina decided to cherish their friendship, burying her feelings deep within, hoping that time would heal her heart.

They spent many evenings sharing their dreams and aspirations, bonding over love for the arts, and inspiring each other to create masterpieces that could touch the soul. Their conversations were peppered with laughter, encouragement, and artistic banter. Yet, each time Naina saw Ayan with his partner, a pang of longing echoed in her heart.

The more she suppressed her feelings, the more her love for Ayan grew. She found herself creating illustrations and dancing with a fervor, seeking solace in her art while her heart craved something more profound. The line between friendship and something deeper blurred, and Naina found herself yearning to share her true emotions with Ayan, to tell him how deeply she felt for him.

One day, they decided to collaborate on a project that combined their artistic talents — a performance that fused Naina’s graceful dance with Ayan’s theatrical brilliance. As they rehearsed together, the emotional undercurrents between them were undeniable. Naina felt the intensity of their connection, hoping that Ayan felt it too.

On the day of their performance, as they stood on the stage, bathed in the spotlight, the air crackled with unspoken emotions. Their chemistry was palpable, leaving the audience spellbound. In that moment, Naina knew that what they had was more than just a “situationship.” It was a fleeting yet profound connection, a love that couldn’t be confined to conventional boundaries.

After the performance, as they basked in the applause and appreciation, Naina gathered the courage to confess her feelings to Ayan. With a heart heavy with vulnerability, she shared her love with him, fearing that it might jeopardize their beautiful friendship. Ayan listened with utmost sincerity, his eyes reflecting warmth and fondness for her.

“I cherish our friendship more than words can express,” Ayan said, gently holding her hand. “You are a muse to my art, a source of inspiration that I can’t ignore. But I am committed to someone else, and I can’t betray her trust.”

Naina nodded, her heart a mix of sadness and acceptance. She knew that their bond was something unique and irreplaceable, even if it couldn’t take the shape of a conventional love story. With a smile, she replied, “I’ll always treasure our friendship, Ayan. No matter where life takes us, I’ll carry the memories of these moments in my heart forever.”

And so, their artistic journey continued, side by side, with hearts intertwined in a love that found expression through their art. They created magic on the stage, portraying emotions that resonated with the audience, and their bond became an inseparable part of their artistic souls.

As the years passed, Naina and Ayan remained friends, supporting each other through life’s ups and downs, celebrating their artistic achievements, and finding solace in the language of their art. Their connection remained pure, even if their love story was destined to be written in the stars, a tale of two artists bound by a love that transcended romance, a love that blossomed through their art and illuminated the world around them.

In the words of Rumi, “Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” Naina and Ayan found their way to kneel and kiss the ground through their art, in the pursuit of beauty, love, and self-discovery. Their was a love that inspired countless stories, both on and off the stage, and it would forever remain a cherished chapter in the book of their lives.

DANCING GIRL OF INDUS VALLEY CIVILIZATION

 

The "Dancing Girl" sculpture is an iconic artifact from the ancient Indus Valley Civilization, dating back to approximately 2500 BCE. This bronze sculpture, measuring about 4.5 inches in height, was discovered in Mohenjo-daro, a prominent archaeological site in present-day Pakistan.

The sculpture depicts a young girl in a dynamic pose, with her head held high and arms hanging freely by her sides. She is portrayed standing with her legs slightly apart, suggesting a sense of movement and vitality. The figure is depicted in a naturalistic manner, capturing the essence of her youthful energy and grace.

What makes the "Dancing Girl" sculpture remarkable is its attention to detail and the level of craftsmanship. Despite its small size, the artist skillfully rendered the anatomical features of the girl, including her elongated limbs, realistic facial features, and intricate jewelry adorning her neck and arms. The sculpture showcases a high level of technical proficiency, highlighting the artistic abilities prevalent during the Indus Valley Civilization.

The girl's attire is also noteworthy. She is shown wearing a simple, waistband-like ornament around her hips, and there is no evidence of clothing covering her upper body. This suggests that the sculpture may represent a dancer or a performer engaged in a ritual or artistic activity.

The significance and purpose of the "Dancing Girl" sculpture remain open to interpretation. Some scholars propose that she may have represented a revered female deity or symbolized fertility and abundance. Others suggest that she might have been part of a larger ensemble, perhaps an offering or decorative element in a religious or ceremonial context.

Regardless of its exact meaning, the "Dancing Girl" sculpture stands as a testament to the artistic and cultural sophistication of the Indus Valley Civilization. It offers a glimpse into the aesthetic sensibilities and creative expressions of an ancient civilization that thrived in the region over 4,000 years ago. The sculpture continues to captivate and inspire, serving as a tangible link to the rich heritage and artistic legacy of the Indus Valley Civilization.

 

People say time gives answers to everything. It has this ability to heal. Yet, it's no different for everybody at a specific occurrence, and this conduct of time surprises me the most. I usually satisfy the characteristics of time where it recommends things, feelings, recollections, and other portions of myself to flow, yet it additionally doesn't assist me with imagining the stream. I regularly miss something when I should stream with the new ticks of life.

I have been in the present circumstance different times, and it makes me question my internal identity, like what forces me to restrict my sentiments? For what reason do I not see the growth, the continuous significance, and figure out how to act great as it comes. For instance, somebody extremely near me wound up with a pleasant arrangement of stress and battle and has now attached to all that they merited, and I was delighted to see this. However, for what reason did I begin investing energy in my days of yore? For what reason would I say I was thinking about me?

Without a doubt, this snapshot of sharing the satisfaction could never return, essentially the joy of first bliss. Why would I say I wasn't ready to get comfortable with the situation? Instead, I had the very best cravings on my tongue tip, and I face had a pale face blended in with tokens of good tidings!

Life plays that way as well. It will never be something very similar, yet it will somewhat make you the equivalent. Things may change; however, the propensity continues as before. I have seen individuals who bunk. They continue to lodging, themes change, yet inclinations don't. Such circumstances cause me to feel powerless, narrow-minded, and inadequate. I'm not the person who wouldn't appeal to God for my desires, yet I generally rely on myself. I contrast myself with the equal world in front of me and get essential. I wish to be flowier with the progression of time, and really at that time, the time transforms its range of time.

“DANCE IS THE MOTHER OF ALL ART FORMS.”

• Ancient origins: Dance is one of the oldest forms of artistic expression, dating back to prehistoric times, making it foundational in human culture and communication. 
• Universal language: It transcends cultural and linguistic barriers, allowing people from different backgrounds to communicate emotions and stories through movement.
• Physical embodiment: Dance is an art form that requires the entire body, making it a unique and holistic way to express ideas and emotions.
• Emotional expression: It allows performers and viewers alike to experience a wide range of emotions, from joy and excitement to sadness and contemplation.
• Ritual and celebration: Dance has historically been intertwined with religious ceremonies, rites of passage, and various cultural celebrations, adding depth to its significance.
• Storytelling: Through dance, stories can be conveyed without words, relying on gestures, postures, and movements to communicate narratives.
• Evolution of other art forms: Many art forms, such as theater, music, and visual arts, have been influenced and inspired by the principles and aesthetics of dance.
• Influence on music: Dance often dictates rhythmic patterns and musical structures, creating a symbiotic relationship between dance and music.
• Exploration of identity: Different dance styles and traditions reflect unique aspects of cultural identity and heritage, fostering a sense of community and belonging.
• Contemporary significance: In modern times, dance continues to evolve and remain a vital form of artistic expression, blending traditional techniques with innovative approaches and technology.

Unraveling the Enchanting Culture of Banaras

 Nestled along the banks of the sacred river Ganges, Banaras, also known as Varanasi, is one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities in the world. The city’s history dates back to thousands of years, and its cultural heritage is nothing short of awe-inspiring. Banaras boasts a diverse and vibrant culture that has been a beacon of enlightenment and spirituality for generations. In this blog, we will explore the rich tapestry of traditions, rituals, arts, and spiritual significance that make up the alluring culture of Banaras.

Banaras is hailed as the spiritual capital of India. The city is considered one of the holiest places for Hindus, who believe that dying in Banaras and being cremated on the banks of the Ganges leads to liberation from the cycle of birth and death. The ghats, or the steps leading down to the river, are an integral part of this spiritual significance. Every morning, locals and pilgrims alike flock to the ghats to take a holy dip in the Ganges, perform rituals, and offer prayers to the rising sun.

Banaras is a paradise for food enthusiasts. Its culinary offerings have evolved over centuries, reflecting the amalgamation of different cultures and cuisines. From the lip-smacking chaats, kachoris, and lassi to the delectable Banarasi paan, the city’s culinary delights leave an indelible impression on every visitor’s taste buds.

The city has been a cradle of artistic excellence for generations. Banaras is renowned for its exquisite silk sarees, especially the Banarasi saree, which is a symbol of elegance and opulence. Intricate zari work, brocades, and vibrant colors characterize these timeless masterpieces. Besides sarees, Banaras also boasts a thriving brassware industry, wooden toys, and the famed Gulabi Meenakari (rose-tinted enamel work).

Banaras has been a nurturing ground for several legendary musicians and dancers. The city’s gharanas (schools) have produced stalwarts in classical music, such as Pandit Ravi Shankar and Ustad Bismillah Khan. Kathak, the classical dance form of North India, is also an integral part of Banaras’ cultural identity. The city continues to host numerous classical music and dance festivals, attracting enthusiasts from across the globe.

The city has been a muse for poets, writers, and scholars for centuries. Renowned authors like Kabir, Tulsi Das, and Premchand have found inspiration in Banaras, and their works continue to resonate with the masses. The vibrant street-side bookstores and intellectual discussions in the tea stalls add an intellectual charm to the city’s literary legacy. 

Banaras has been a melting pot of various cultures and religious beliefs. Despite its spiritual significance for Hindus, the city is also home to significant numbers of Muslims, Christians, Sikhs, and Jains. The intermingling of different faiths and cultures in Banaras has resulted in an atmosphere of harmony and unity, setting an example for the rest of the world.

Banaras, with its mystical charm and spiritual aura, is a living embodiment of India’s diverse cultural heritage. Its vibrant traditions, music, dance, and culinary delights weave a magical tapestry that leaves an indelible mark on every visitor. The city’s cultural richness and historical legacy continue to captivate people from all corners of the globe. As Banaras embraces modernity while cherishing its ancient customs, the culture of Banaras remains an enduring source of inspiration and reverence for generations to come.

Aksara Bhagavad Gita: Imperishable Bhagavad Gita

 

A book that will cause you to figure out the quintessence of Bhagavad Gita, the profundity of discussions among Arjuna and Krishna and every one of the potential decisions of Bhagavad Gita.

‌This book is more similar to a self improvement guide. Through a narrating approach, it assists you with figuring out the Bhagwad Gita for yourself.

Indeed, I cherished the idea of the book. The manner in which it began, a foundation dedicated to the review and examination of Bhagavad Gita.

It doesn't make any difference whether you follow the Adwait Vedanta school or the Gaudiya Vaishnav Sampradaya, the comprehension comes naturally to you. This makes this book unique in relation to different interpretations that are effectively accessible.

‌I cherished the way this book is sequenced. The fresh portrayal and intriguing composing style intrigue the perusers. I cherished the manner in which the creator made sense of the idea of devotion and points of view.

It's anything but a typical book where the writer makes sense of the importance of Shlokas, it's a book to track down reality.

‌I value the creators for how much examination they did and put them in words. Not to fail to remember the delineations toward the finish of the book that makes sense of the embodiment of Gita in basic words.

‌The peruser helps a comprehension of Bhagwad Gita through this story which has its own exciting bends in the road. The great part is that the writer never forces a solitary perspective upon the perusers. They get to pick how to comprehend Bhagwad Gita all alone.

‌In general, it's a book to prize, a book with an alternate idea. An absolute necessity read book.

I would rate it at 4.5 out of 5. 

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Sometimes you are just done!
You want to scream from inside but you opt to stay quiet. You want to share but you can’t, just because you are scared that no one will understand. You are dying inside but still you give your best to make other people alive. You are just done with the life still you choose to live it happily. You have lost yourself in the process of growing. That’s when you know you are grown up and done with all the shits

 

The struggle to keep overthinking about past and future is way too much.

Being stuck in a moment which does not yield productivity and consume you is not right.

But then you have someone who keeps bringing you back to the present moment, holds your hand and says, “l’m here”.

I think that’s what you need.

Find me on a winter day, wrapped in a quilt.

Make sure you bring my coffee, just the way I like.

Find me gazing the stars on a long night when I’m unable to sleep.

Find me sitting by the meadow and hold my hand.

And lastly, find me in a field of lavender flowers where I’m waiting for you to find us.

WISH I COULD TELL YOU..

 

The book has a story that stays with you long after you finish understanding it. Peruse on to find out about my considerations on the book and why I figure you should check it out. I love the secret and interest that the book makes around its characters. I likewise love the way out of nowhere the plot takes a unique wind directly in the center of the book. A decent piece of the book makes this specific thought of the story and fools the peruser into carelessness (the-I-have-effectively sorted this-out-sort of-certainty). Furthermore, BOOM! Solidly in the center of the book, everything changes, and the peruser is left staggered and stunned at its brightness.

STORY LINE :

The story starts with a boy, Ananth Khatri was contending with his folks on ordinary subjects like wearing an overcoat. He would join the WeDonate, a cause assortment organization that gathers stores to uplift needy humans who have no cash to treat themselves from the lethal infections by empowering the mass to make gifts according to their ability. It begins with him depicting his folks' additional circumspection, which at times causes him to feel extremely humiliated. Later in the wake of joining the organization, he became more acquainted with that he was being moved from clinical to diversion office where his primary errand is helping make short motion pictures and narratives that could speak to an enormous number of individuals. 

Simultaneously, Anusha Sardana, who hesitantly joined the clinical division at WeDonate, began hating her work. Being a sharp essayist, she needed to utilize her exceptionally phenomenal composing abilities and make a genuine accentuation. After being left by his dad, the individual she appreciated the most, she was loaded up with a profound feeling of disdain and loathing towards each other, regardless of the circumstance. Be that as it may, in opposition to her assumptions, she was stuck between a task where she routinely worked through the distress accounts of the most heartbreaking individuals. One day she was acquainted with the narrative of a kid named Gautam, who, once being the most abhorred individual on Twitter, was presently lying on the bed facing his conflict against a cerebrum tumor. Anusha was approached to introduce his story to persuade more individuals to keep their vindictiveness to the side and give for his close to outlandish recuperation. Albeit hesitantly, Anusha began thinking about Gautam's life all the more intently and obviously. Much to her dismay that her pursuit would lead her to a unique way where she had never envisioned herself to be.

At the same time, this book proceeds with the account of Anusha and Ananth, who later found the rugged association between them. How Anusha's story got connected with Ananth was shocking for me. It goes in two distinct periods simultaneously, which was uncovered later. Dissimilar to Durjoy Data's other book, this one conveys an unforeseen plot by and large. It might appear to be a familiar story from the get-go, yet it begins unfurling the surprising turns when you continue further. I thought it was exceptionally confounding someplace in the middle, and it seems like at least two plots are combining, which makes it difficult to appreciate. In any case, that confounding part just excited my interest to know the end. The creator has placed bountiful astounding segments in the general story.

Regardless the end was not entirely fulfilling. It seems like the story was left deficient without giving the final shape. In the wake of perusing some different books by the writer, I tracked down this one much better. In any case, had it been composed with a more accurate completion, I would surely have delighted in it more. If any of you is searching for a simple and energizing read, you could attempt this book.

PLOT: 4.5/5

CHARACTER: 4.5/5

WRITING STYLE: 4.5/5

CLIMAX: 4/5

ENTERTAINMENT: 4/5

LANGUAGE: Simple & fluid. Hence, any beginner level reader can pick this. 

PICK IT UP IF:

• You are searching for an unusual and inconspicuous sentiment.
• You are a Durjoy Datta fan.
• You are searching for a straightforward yet fantastic story.
• You appreciate sentiments that accompany their secrets and turns.
• You need your confidence in adoration to be reestablished.

SKIP IT IF:

• Just on the off chance that you hate sentiment peruses.

VITAMIN H (VOLUME III)

After the effective fulfillment of Vitamin H Volumes 1 and 2, Abhishek Deepa Thakkar is here with the third volume. This, to a work of art, and I realize no one would deny this reality.

“Our words may be forgotten but the message of our lives will be remembered.”

The third volume of the book Vitamin H is likewise really incredible and supportive. I love how this book causes us to feel very persuaded and glad when we read this. I'm enamored with the idea. One can begin perusing these positive attestations consistently and get a great deal of energy for the entire day.

Boldness, joy, penance, harmony, love, and numerous different excellencies structure a piece of this book. Also, that is the thing that makes me go gaga for the composition, statements whatnot. The snippet peruses this book is a summary of pieces of astuteness and the writer's memory of revelations that will enable you, spur you, and stir the goliath inside you. Isn't it fascinating?

The creator has thought profound and is very far located. I intend to begin perusing every one of the three books. Yes, I have every one of them from Day 1 to Day 365, again, and be unblemished with all the potential energy for future occasions.

Also, I would like to take a few moments to greet with thanks to the author of this book to mention Bhagavad Geeta Shri Krishna's words on Day 276. In some more quotes author has said some remarkable facts and acts done by Shri Rama, Lord Jesus, and many more, which are very important to recall timely to be on the right path at the right time.

The expert planning of the book is worth focusing on as well. Lab Academia should be commended here for a smooth show of the book; besides, the cover configuration is inconspicuous and alluring and fits the topic, making the book even more attractive to the perusers.

Congratulations to the Author and Publisher for such a masterpiece. I wish all the good luck to the author for his future projects.

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