Deep Ties

  Flipkart The whole time I was reading Khyrunnisa A's laugh riot, ‘Tongue in Cheek’, the smile on my face grew wider,  almost like the famed Cheshire cat grin. Every page is punctuated with genial good humour, accentuated with droll incidents and a sharp wit that keeps the reader eager to read on. The book has thirteen broad headings, all broken down into smaller chapters which nestle within. Right from ‘Gastronomical Glitches’ and ‘Kitchen Blips’ to ‘Wedding Vows’ and ‘Home Affairs’, and everything in between, this book takes a gentle bite out of life, stressing on incidents that hit the funny bone. Whether it is 'the bride... bent in the shape of a comma by the weight of the ornaments on her person', the errant broom being ' guided to hitherto uncharted territories ', the amusing description of the car tyre, which was 'deflated and looked down in the dumps' or the case of the angel fish ' biting the hand that fed it' , the author uses humour l...

  Pothi Store The title brings a smile to your face along with its catchy illustration. The tagline follows suit - "Life is the way you cook it." Komal Damani's story is about facing life bravely when a life threatening challenge comes one's way. The challenge she faced was huge, being diagnosed with a rare malignant tumor in the ovary during pregnancy. She was blessed with a healthy boy child, Aadi, a blessing in her life. As she and her husband were living in France at the time, yet another challenge was to learn French. However, through all the challenge, Komal was determined to live life one day at a time. She took a practical, realistic approach to her situation, and in the midst of undergoing chemotherapy, she began writing her book so that she could help others in the same boat. Never once in the narrative does Komal ask, " Why me?" Instead, she focused on being the best mother she could be to Aadi. She was grateful for her husband, Setu, who wa...

  Amazon.in Dear Dad, I have always looked up to you, smart in your OG uniform, a uniform that had been earned with much effort and dedication. I remember the whiff of Brasso every time I hugged you, even as your medals sparkled in the sunshine. Do you recall the two years I spent with your parents, my Achachan and Achamma, away from you, Mom and my little sisters? I huffed and puffed and almost brought the roof down because I wanted to stay with you all. You, Dad, asked me why I was reluctant to live with them, and I answered that I hated waking up early in the morning, your father being the headmaster of the school he had founded, a strict and upright person. You had a tete-a-tete with your father, and I spent two years with my grandparents, and never once did I have to wake up at dawn, like the rest of the household did. Dear Dad, do you even realise how wonderful those two years were?   Achachan painted my room a special shade of pink so that I would feel at home. ...