Book Review ##bibliophile

History records that the partition of India happened on 15th August, 1947. But for people like Havaldaar Ghulam Ali Limb-Fitter, it's an event stretched on for years and years. Written as an exchange of letters, 'Hindu Refugee Camp, Lahore' is the true story of Havaldaar Ghulam Ali Limb-Fitter, as relevant today as it was when it happened.

Akash is young, single, and conservative with a preference for girls with brains than in miniskirts. One day, he runs into free-spirited Aleesha at a local discotheque. A Mass Media student. This brief meeting leads them to exchange their BlackBerry pins and they begin chatting regularly. Why don’t we feel the moment when we fall in love but always remember when it ends?

Author Megha Bajaj set out on a journey and visited different parts of India and discovered 11 such individuals who were truly happy and successful. She realized that in a country of 1.3 billion people these individuals had one thing in common – they had the rare ability to turn an ordinary event into a significant one and then turn that into a ‘breakthrough’.

Do you flaunt your happy moments in the form of filtered photographs on Facebook, Instagram, etc.? Do you and your partner set relationship goals for others on social media? Do you make people jealous of the perfect life you are living? Do you portray yourself as a forever-happy person to your social media followers?

The story revolves around a successful man named Hasil,a successful entrepreneur, who marries the woman he loves Palki. When catastrophe takes over his life with his memories, he comes across two girls, Swadha and Pallavi. What will happen if these two girls fall in love with Hasil? Will Hasil be able to forget his wife and choose one? Meanwhile, what happened to Palki?

“Who likes Sudden death?” That's the only question he used to ask before killing his prey. Random people are being abducted from the capital city, Delhi and are being killed mercilessly. Before killing, the murderer is reciting them a story, a story about a 9-year-old child who saw the brutal side of the world at a very young age.

A refugee of the Great War, Poirot is settling in England near Styles Court, the country estate of his wealthy benefactor, the elderly Emily Inglethorp. When Emily is poisoned and the authorities are baffled, Poirot puts his prodigious sleuthing skills to work.....

Shadow of the Past is a story about three young people crippled by their own past and insecurities and how their life changes when they stop running away and start embracing it. But the question always remains: to what extent can anyone go to get rid of their past?

As you read this, a flurry of thoughts run through your mind, right from wondering how different this book is going to be from the umpteen other books you have browsed, to what might be the USP of this particular novel, and if its really worth your money...wait, did you just read what was going on in your mind?

Do love stories ever die? Can modern day gadgets like mobile phones and the ‘http://www’ era internet bring you the love of real life? You haven’t met her earlier, but commit to marry. Will you still call this a love marriage? And what if on the engagement day while you pull the ring out from your pocket, you realize what you planned was just a dream which never comes true…?

Rahul, an intelligence officer on a secret mission, is undercover at a major's house. In the process, he falls in love with the major's daughter, Akriti, unknowingly putting her in danger. If your past could be erased, would you erase it? Sadly, you have no choice in this matter because I, your past, am invincible. If you think you can escape me, you're already doomed.

Hi, I’m Keshav, and my life is screwed. I hate my job and my girlfriend left me. Ah, the beautiful Zara. Zara is from Kashmir. She is a Muslim. And did I tell you my family is a bit, well, traditional? Zara and I broke up four years ago. She moved on in life. I didn’t. I drank every night to forget her. I called, messaged, and stalked her on social media. She just ignored me.