Neha's Notebook

Those Pricey Thakur Girls by Anuja Chauhan My rating: 0 of 5 stars The sponge of my emotional mind is still soaked in the tipplings and blottos of its chocolate-box-style scenes and my belly is still pulsating in the babalaas of sentimental maudlins encased & perfectly tucked in this novel through the wrappings of word embellishments. I was recommended this book via a reading list provided to us in the creative writing class I was attending at SACAC, Hauz Khas. And I have read it twice till now. But the review is of the second time I have read it. Part rom-com, part suspense-thriller and all in all, a sweetly honey-dipped love story, “Those Pricey Thakur Girls” is written by Ms. Anuja Chauhan, who is the author who has also penned some of the record-breaking taglines for colas, chips & chocolates. As the Wikipedia also describes, she is the brain behind Pepsi’s “Oye Bubbly, Bubbly Oye” & “Yeh Dil Maange More” jingles, Kurkure’s “Tedha Hai...

Redamancy Where sky pinks into dusk Where it settles into moon's silvery husk Where there is blush of a crimson bride Where the flutist tunes are like pearls on a ride I'll meet you there where sun meets the sea Where all is eros, all is redamancy

hand in hand, feet in sand, stars shimmering in the sky, water splashing on the land.

    folded in the arms of her beloved, the infinite sky, the moon seems to blush a quite these days   Earlier it was silver white, But it appears to be the colour of a rose purple-pink nowadays…   sparkles oozing through her rim like an embellishment tucked with precious gemstones, freckles of stardust shimmering like a frilled silverthread ribbon, like a silken tapestry fluttering at an invisible tone   as zillions of tiny little stars dance to a silent melody, the moon herself spins around, round and round to the sky’s parody, singing lores of love, telling tales of the ancient wild, in poetic sounds   a mysterious enigma of romance, pulsating in the chambers of her heart rhythms of quietness chiming in her veins delicious sweet flutes playing inside her, part by part   this is a poem of her romance, but don’t take it to be romantic anyway it is not romantic, not at all, you will come to k...