April 13 2018

Voice of the Rain season by Subrata Dasgupta

Blurb: On a September Saturday afternoon in 2011, Martin Shawncross and Joya Bose in perfect synchrony surrendered their respective virginities. That Martin, a twenty-one-year-old American, had waited so long for this momentous personal event would have scandalized his friends and family were they to know about it. That Joya, a twenty-five-year-old Bengali, did not wait longer for this same experience would no doubt have scandalized her family had they come to know of it. Thus begins this gossamer tale of love and discovery, reaching back to a past spanning four generations and two continents. Narrated through the seemingly banal story of a young couple falling in love in present-day America, Voice of the Rain Season explores by way of memory, history and old letters, the life of a family in a pre-Independence Bengal. It unearths through Joya’s discovery of the family’s long forgotten secret, notions of identity, homecoming, language and loss. The heart of Dasgupta’s novel, however, lies in the glory of Tagore’s Rabindra Sangeet and the beauty of classical music, as it surpasses geographical boundaries and seeps effortlessly into the hearts of a people far-removed from the Bengali landscape.

About the author: Subrata Dasgupta is a multidisciplinary scholar, teacher and writer. He holds the Computer Science Trust Fund Eminent Scholar Chair in the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. Born in Kolkata, he was educated in England, India and Canada. He is the author of sixteen books including a childhood memoir Salaam Stanley Matthews and Awakening: The Story of the Bengal Renaissance. He lives in Lafayette, Louisiana.

Review: Voice of the Rain Season by Subrata Dasgupta is a look through their dead parents’ letters from relatives in India, Manjula, a second generation Indian-American and her sister Nilima make a staggering discovery. Their mother had had a twin sister who had lived in India with whom she has been alienated for over a quarter of a century. A woman, whose very existence, Manjula and Nilima had never known of. The mystery of this family secret remains impenetrable for over three decades until, one Thanksgiving weekend in her Houston home in USA; Manjula meets her grandson’s girl friend Joya, a literature graduate student from Calcutta. A friendship quickly forms between the two. And consequently begins their expedition to determine the anonymity of Manjula’s mother and the mysterious aunt. The mission becomes a passage of sighting and reaching back to times of yore that seems more or less a foreign country, straddling three continents and four generations. A story is exposed, of love and unfaithfulness, of lies and secrets, of loss and recuperation, of family bonds conked out and restored. A story filled with music. And it reveals, above all, the truth about the twin sisters, a truth so unimagined, so volatile, that it changes the very foundation of Manjula’s sense of individuality.  This is my first book which I read written by Subrata Dasgupta. The language of the book has been straightforward, as sometimes the author goes into minute details of the topic and in other cases just touched upon from the periphery. Overall, it gives a good understanding of the concept of Bengal Renaissance with details about Rabindranath Tagore.

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April 13 2018

15 Quotes That Will Inspire You by Nikos Alepidis

As a student, entrepreneur, boss, and a leader, you must understand that everything that you think today will be projecting into your future and to the future of your loved ones too. Read on to find the motivational quote, the words of wisdom that will help you build positive thoughts, motivate you, and inspire you to lead your life positively, help you build your business, help you reach your goals, and overcome your fears.

Inspirational quotes have the ability to bring change in an individual. The best quotes can motivate others and helps them understand and believe in themselves. That is why people find these quotes interesting and motivating and they can help you get success in your life.

Why people are interested in the inspirational quote and what is the secret? Sometimes, people in general, lose their confidence and stop believing in themselves that is when these kinds of inspirational quotes can help them. These quotes improve their confidence levels and make them feel that everything is possible if they have the determination. If you are able to think positively, your life will also become positive and instantly you can change the quality of your life. Motivational and positive words can bring a smile on an individual and sometimes these quotes can make people think, laugh and react.

In this universe, you have control on only one thing that is nothing but your thinking and these motivational quotes can help you think positively and make you feel optimistic about life. You can find inspirational quotes for students, about life, for success, for work, or for leadership qualities. With the help of these motivational quotes, in any given situation you can decide what you are going to think and believe.

15 Quotes That Will Inspire You

1. “Always do your best. What you plant now, you will harvest later.” – Og Mandino

2. “We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.” – Joseph Campbell

3. “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” – Helen Keller

4. “Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present.” – Jim Rohn

5. “Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!” – Audrey Hepburn

6. “Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.” – Walt Whitman

7. “Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.” – Vince Lombardi

8. “Shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among the stars.” – Les Brown

9. “Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.” – Rabindranath Tagore

10. “The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.” – Bertrand Russell

11. “The power of imagination makes us infinite.” – John Muir

12. “Light tomorrow with today.” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

13. “I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me.” – Zane Grey

14. “Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present.” – Jim Rohn

15. “Each day provides its own gifts.” – Marcus Aurelius

About the writer: Nikos Alepidis is a personal development blogger at http://motivirus.com/. His goal is to help and inspire people to become better.

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April 13 2018

Blogging and Social media

Writing has always been an escape for me. An experience of pure joy, honesty, relief or inspiration. Ever since I was a little girl who would get carried away writing stories in school, to feel so proud when the teachers would tell me how imaginative they were, to hear them read aloud to the class as examples; writing has always been a good thing to me. A necessary and wonderful thing which shaped me into who I am.

With the technological developments that have happened since I was much younger, and sharing your writing with the world being such a normal thing now, it was kind of obvious that I’d delve into blogging I guess. And as much as I love it, even more than ever; today I wanted to talk about some of my worries about writing.

I don’t have anywhere near the audience of some people, obviously. I’m not trying to suggest I’m some bloody superstar over here. But I’m more aware of what I write about, and the people who are viewing these words all across the world. I have almost 4500 people following me on Twitter. When a new blog post goes live and I promote it on these social accounts, I can see the numbers going up. I can almost feel the eyes on my blog in those moments.

This is a fantastic and amazing thing, something that continues to inspire me. After all, it’s what I want… isn’t it?

However, as time goes on I’m seeing more and more reasons to be ‘careful’ about what I write.

I see others writing about taboo subjects, or sharing their honest opinion on an issue and being torn down for it, or being applauded and admired in the thousands.

In the blogging world, the world I’m active in all the time, this online community that grows bigger every single day; I see it happening. There are people who do something wrong, or even people who don’t; and they are called out for their words or actions. They can suddenly be the next piece of gossip, the next social media drama, the next person to be torn down and publicly ruined.

I want to write freely and never hold back, but there’s also that terror of being the next person attacked. And it really is like an attack, don’t you think? To be clear here, I’m NOT saying that those who do something wrong, or spout vile words or dangerous ideas shouldn’t be called out. I know in fact how important it is they they are, whether to create a discussion, or educate, support others, or show that we won’t stand for this shit. I know, I get why it’s important to do that. But it’s terrifying to watch if so many people get involved, and so many are attacking one person. Whether this person is wrong or not, I’ll admit this ‘pack mentality’ that we can see sometimes, really scares me. There are those who genuinely want to make a difference, or stand up for something they believe in. But there are also others; those who see this from the sidelines and jump in, eager to seem on the ‘right side’ and just dying to be involved, to feel superior and validated within this mass of people.

So yes, if someone is spreading vile and oppressing views, they should certainly not be tolerated. But I’d love each of us to really take a moment too, and think about how we deal with that. Perhaps we can create a discussion rather than jump in attacking them, perhaps talk to them privately, perhaps we can educate them in some way. Or perhaps, sometimes, it may be better if we see plenty of others already jumping in, we should stand back? If you have nothing new to add to the discussion, maybe don’t do so just to be another one in the crowd.

Today I simply wanted to share these thoughts and worries with you guys, in the hopes it might make one or two people stop and think about the power words can have. They can be used for good or bad, and they can also be taken the wrong way. It’s worth thinking about.

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April 13 2018

SMALL IS THE NEW BIG BY Rafaa Dalvi

Blog Tour: Small is Big: A collection of 100 micro tales by Rafaa Dalvi

 

 
SMALL IS BIG:
A Collection of 100 Micro Tales
by
Rafaa Dalvi
 
Blog Tour: Small is Big: A collection of 100 micro tales by Rafaa Dalvi
 
Blurb
 
Have you always wanted to read more, but you could never finish that one book?
You kept putting it off, hoping you would find some free time, only to find out that months or even years went by and you saw little progress.
 
That’s about to change!
 
With Small is Big, Rafaa Dalvi has created a potpourri of 100 diverse micro tales (140 characters or less) that will provide you a rich experience in easy-to-digest fragments and urge you to read one page after another before you finally finish the book.
And the best part is that there’s a story for everyone, including YOU!
 
If you’re a romantic at heart, this micro tale is for you-
She kissed his cheek as he smiled back. Nothing had changed much since two decades.
Her husband called her.
She hid the photo in the closet.
 
If you love happy endings, this micro tale is for you-
You rested on my lap, opened yourself before me and shared your fantasies with me.
Then the stories ended and you turned back into a book.
 
If you are a big fan of word play, this micro tale is for you-
They’re lying in bed. 
“You’re the one,” he says; he’s lying. 
“I never doubted it,” she says; she’s lying. 
They’re lying in bed.
 
And if you like thrillers, this micro tale is for you-
There were two of us and one vacant position.
He would die for this job and I would kill for it.
No wonder it worked out just fine for me. 
 
In fact, there are 100 such small tales that will have a big impact on you.
 
Grab your copy @
 
 

About the author
 
Rafaa Dalvi, 26, is a vibrant mess of innumerable thoughts, quotes and movie dialogues who tries to escape from the mundane with words. He dreams about changing the world, one smile at a time. When he’s not busy befriending the voices in his head, he can be found in cosy corners, sipping green tea from a wine glass. As for everything else in between, there is food.
 
An alumnus of NMIMS Mumbai, he wants to be a versatile writer following in the footsteps of his role models Michael Crichton, Charles Dickens and Roald Dahl.
 
Already published numerous times, his stories can be read in the anthologies – Curtain Call (editor), Terribly Tiny Tales Volume 1, Kaleidoscope, Myriad Tales and Her Story. His first solo book ‘Small is Big’ is a collection of 100 micro tales. He’s the recipient of Indian Bloggers League Booker Prize 2013, the winner of Melonade 5 and a Select Writer at Terribly Tiny Tales.

 

 
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April 13 2018

Preordained by David L. Wallace

 

New Release
~ Preordained by David L. Wallace ~
 
About the Book:
 

 

In the vein of Seven & The Devil’s Advocate, Art Somers is a detective
tracking a serial killer in Murrells Inlet, S.C., a small-town, coastal
community with deeply held spiritual and supernatural belief systems. He
discovers while chasing down clues to ID the culprit that the killer has always
had his family on his target list.


Things begin to unravel and materialize around and within
him, calling into question his long held religious and paranormal beliefs. On
the verge of apprehending the killer, he learns an irrefutable truth: Abraham,
the father of faith, had to choose to either sacrifice his son or disobey a
direct order from God; he must now make a choice – sacrifice his soul to save
his son.


 
 

 

Book Links:
Goodreads * Amazon * Kobo * Barnes & Noble * iTunes

 

Early Reviews:
“An expertly
plotted and executed mystery, shot through with the supernatural…builds
suspense effortlessly, hurtling towards a riveting conclusion.”
– Clarion
Review
“Original and
engaging…full of plot twists, surprises, and a substantial dash of the
supernatural.”
– Publisher’s
Weekly BookLife Prize in Fiction
“A gripping
detective story with biblical undertones…aptly blends the horror and crime
genres.”
– Kirkus
Reviews

 

 

Chapter 2
In the quaint, historic city of Murrell’s Inlet, South Carolina, at the onset of a torrential downpour, thirty-five-year-old detective Art Somers rolled up the driver’s side window of his blue, classic Camaro and turned on his wipers. He took inventory of himself in his rearview mirror: his black mane of shoulder-length hair that offset his olive skin, the shadow of a beard that now graced his face, and more troubling, his bloodshot eyes. He hadn’t slept much lately and it showed. How much longer was it going to take the FBI boys to capture the serial nutcase operating in their midst?
Within a span of twenty-one days, someone had kidnapped and slaughtered multiple twelve-year-old boys in his county and eluded all capture efforts. He gripped his steering wheel tighter. The only good news, if you could call it that, was that the bastard hadn’t struck in Murrell’s Inlet.
He stared at his former neighbor’s sons, who were playing a game of pickup football on the dirt field to his left. One of those boys—or even his own son, Ben—could be the killer’s next target if Murrell’s Inlet became one of his cities of choice. He breathed deep. Not even the fishy fragrance of the nearby Atlantic waters he loved so much, did anything to improve his frame of mind.
A cluster of lightning bolts illuminated the darkened, cloud-filled morning sky, followed immediately by booming thunder that echoed in the distance. Overhead, seagulls darted away as the winds picked up.
Every locale within his county was on edge because the killer only struck within the confines of Georgetown County and always in a different city. For all he knew, his town could be next. He reached over to his front passenger seat and rested his palm on the printout of the FBI serial profiling article. Under captain’s orders, every detective in the station house had spent the past two weeks boning up on the behavior patterns of serial killers.
He flexed the muscles in his arms and looked at his Navy SEAL tattoos. He had no clue what to do if that sick bastard showed up in Murrell’s Inlet. He was too new at being a detective and some were questioning why the captain had promoted him in the first place. Following up on an obscure lead, he’d taken the initiative and pursued and captured a couple of long-sought backwater drug dealers, a feat that catapulted him from the rank and file into the role he now held.
Another contributing factor for his promotion could’ve been that his captain was also a former Navy SEAL. Reading the FBI profiling article hadn’t made him feel any better. He hoped he’d never cross paths with the sick freak.
He wheeled his Camaro into the driveway of his former home, a light green, two-story, southern vernacular. It had a pool in the backyard that he’d put in himself. He sat behind the wheel for a moment under the overhanging branches of the angel hair oak tree his ex-wife had planted long ago in honor of their son Ben’s birth.
He ran his hands through his long, wavy hair and climbed out, wearing worn, faded jeans and a burgundy T-shirt that worked well with his muscular, tanned frame. The rain soaked him as he jogged through the piles of wet leaves that covered the lawn. He stepped onto the covered porch and was about to knock when Judith, his ex-wife, swung the door open.
His son, Ben, with dark hair and piercing, dark eyes just like his, dressed in his white baseball uniform with burgundy letters that read Gamecocks, dashed by him toward the car carrying his cell phone. “Hey, Dad.”
“Whoa. Hey, Sport. If this rain doesn’t break, they may cancel the game.”
“Let’s go,” Ben said and climbed into the front passenger seat.
Judith stood in the doorway in a revealing pink nightie. She was breathing heavily, as though she’d just finished a vigorous workout. She was thirty-four, with shoulder-length blond hair and enough sexual energy to raise the dead. “It’s about time you showed up. Benjamin is being disrespectful to my guest.”
“A killer who’s randomly taking boys our son’s age is kind of a priority, don’t you think?”
“You don’t even know if he’ll come this way,” Judith said.
“A good scout is always prepared.”
“Maybe you should prepare by going to church sometimes and praying about it.”
“I’ll pretend that church means something to you, just as soon as you stop placing hairs of your enemies in those jars of yours.”
A young black man with a shaved head and chiseled body—and more than likely the source of Judith’s workout—joined her at the door. He expanded his chest and stood straight at the sight of Art.
Art shook his head. Yet another boy-toy around his son. “You think Ben’s disrespect has something to do with your choice of guests?” He frowned. “Let him come live with me.”
She stared at him. “I told you, I need the child support—and I’d miss him.”
“Two years of monthly child support checks—even if he’s with me.”
There was a moment of silence as Judith seemed to consider his offer. She glanced at her boy-toy, whose arm now rested across her shoulder. “We’ll be back from vacation soon.”
“Think about my offer.”
She kissed her boy-toy deeply, pursed her lips at Art, and then slammed the door in his face.
“Bitch,” he said under his breath to the closed door. What in hell had he been thinking having unprotected sex with her? He strode back to his car, climbed in, and screeched his tires as he backed out of the driveway. He turned on his windshield wipers and tore off down the wet street. He glanced at his son, who was watching him. He slowed to the posted speed limit.
Ben tossed the FBI serial profiling article in his lap onto the backseat. He pulled his cell phone out of his front pocket and pressed buttons. He rocked his head back and forth to his music selection. “What were you and Mom talking about?”
Art glanced at Ben. “Life, son—things you deal with in life.”
“Mom said call him ‘Dad.’”
Art pressed the brake pedal, coming to a complete stopped in the middle of the street. He stared at his son. “Who?”
“Her new boyfriend, Clarence.”
Art tensed. He pressed the gas and proceeded down the road. “I’m your father.”
“I know, Dad.”
They rode on in silence. His son’s words had cut deep.

About the Author:
 
 
Before publishing his debut novel in 2016, he served over 27 years as an
information technology professional working initially for the US Navy, and then
the Department of the Navy and various fortune companies. He’s a UCLA writing
program alumnus who writes mystery thrillers and children stories. He has three
wonderful kids who he enjoys immensely. Writing is his passion and his goal
with each story is to capture the imagination in the opening pages and keep it
engaged to the story’s riveting conclusion.
 
 
 

 

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April 13 2018

Letters to My Ex by Nikita Singh

About the Author: Nikita Singh is the bestselling author of ten novels, including Every Time It Rains and Like a Love Song. She is also a contributing writer to The Backbenchers series and the editor of two collections of short stories, 25 Strokes of Kindness and The Turning Point. Born in Patna and raised in Indore, Nikita worked in the book publishing industry in New Delhi for a few years before moving to New York for her MFA in Creative Writing (Fiction) at The New School. Nikita lives in Manhattan, where she does digital content and marketing for a solar energy company. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram (@singh_nikita) or on Facebook.

Blurb: ‘It feels like I’m on autopilot; I have no control over anything. The pain of losing you is so crippling that I can barely hold pieces of myself together. The slightest nudge could break me. But somehow, my possessed brain knows what I need. It’s telling me to stick to my choice, to stay away from you, to open a Word document and bleed on paper, try to throw up all my jumbled thoughts in form of words, collect all disconnected facts, try to make sense of it all.

Review: This present book got released on Valentine’s Day, which is 11th novel of Nikita Singh who has authored  “Right Here Right Now”, “Like a Love Song”, “If It’s Not Forever” and “Someone Like You” etc. The cover was enough to draw in me into reading it and so when I received a copy to review, I dug into the past broken relationship of two people who were once in love. The story is of two characters Nidhi and Abhay, in a serious love relationship, but as soon as they were out of college their love began to fall to bits because of their choices to do extremely well at lives. To cope up with her inner predicaments and to understand herself better, she starts writing letters (which she doesn’t send to Abhay). With these letters, we get to know the reasons why people fall in love, the reasons why they stay together, and the reasons they break up. Nikita Singh explored what happens when two people in love break and what it takes for them to find their way back to each other. The good editing and friendly font helped hurry the speed of reading, but the pitiable narration and recurring, feelings of a miserable mind, made this book outward for me.  The book has no pattern of saying it all in form of letters. I found many things unnatural to suit the plot; content was rushed and forced into a hackneyed climax, which was foreseen already. Just few letters were literally conversations, taking out the fundamental nature. It felt like a bad mixture of things where only a little, actually made common sense. I felt the last few letters were savoir. The story is short, dramas free, no meaningless communications, just exchange of  emotions of two past lovers who gather to move on, yet hang on to the feelings through disheartening letters to express what was left unarticulated.

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