What sets this brief novel apart is the tone – intense & characterful. This is a very easy book to read. The author writes well with true clarity and depth. The novella has a style of its own, with almost every sentence beginning on a new line. The sentences build on each other, play off each other, and resonate around each other like jazz riffs.
Women are always crying, nagging and fucking ranting all the time in the name of sexual abuse!! What is wrong with this gender!! Be blessed, arrogant minds. I pity you.
Why can’t people treat work as work? Why won’t they just come on time, leave on time and get back to their personal life? I look at it through the prism of behavioral psychology. Again, if people up the ladder are themselves sappy and worn out. They are not eligible to be the frontrunners.
Being the “Raja beta” of any government official comes with much privileges and immunities. I think those very privileges can get you out of a gas chamber and those very those immunities can make you abuse the privileges.
Charming the world in my absence! yet, Cut off from my love and balance. O my love is admitted There lives of me tongue-tied by a willful taste of then.
See the running of the king,
I think he’s angry at the swing.
He finds it hard to see the lion,
Overshadowed by the funny ion.
Who is that skipping near the bear? I think she’d like to eat the gear. She is but a silly woman,
Admired as she sits upon a Trueman. Her thoughtful car is just an ache, It needs no gas, it runs on shake. She’s not alone, she brings a pen,
Whose monkey is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite angry though. He was cross like a dark potato. I watch him pace. I cry hello. He gives Continue Reading
The same guy who introduced me to Murakami, a world of words and whatnot has himself marked this change by growing into an author. He is already a gripping blogger, Continue Reading