Book no. 17 A thought provoking book, with short poems that strike a chord. The Boundless by Natasha Malpani Oswal is a poetry book which has been published by the Write Place it's priced at at 249 rupees.
You see some extremely helpful reviews by noted personalities like Amitabh Bachchan adi Godrej Usha tha Road shayari chahal punita Sinha n chandrasekaran Rajkumar Hirani and Kunal Shah on the the back cover.
The book is 68 pages think it's a hard cover what I really liked about the book was the other poems are very brief yet very important full they give you a sense of of death death depth.
The points having a further segregated 825 broad category five categories falling recovery belonging escape and discovery.
I personally really enjoyed reading a particular poem called the immigrant it was so relatable demand in touch with the reader also liked the second last of the third last poem which was the right does green don't we already has been.
A good book I am sure they are going to be many more from the same month really enjoyed reading it
Edition - Hardcover
Genre - Poetry
Pages -68
Author - @natashamalpanioswal
Publisher - @thewriteplace
Illustration - @vincenttheartist
Tara meets someone through a matrimony broker. They quickly decide marriage isn’t on the table, but spend a night together anyway. What follows isn’t regret or drama, but an unsettling emptiness. Over tea and samosas, she tries to understand why physical closeness left her feeling more alone than before. Spill the Tea: When Closeness leaves You Feeling Further away The tea was too sweet. Tara noticed it immediately but didn’t say anything. She sat on the verandah chair, one foot tucked under the other, the plastic creaking every time she shifted. She wore a black cotton top with sleeves pushed to her elbows and denim shorts that left her knees bare to the evening air. She didn’t look uncomfortable. Just slightly unfinished, as if she’d left in a hurry. Between us, a steel plate held two samosas, already cooling. The chutney had begun to darken at the edges. She broke a corner of the samosa. The crust flaked onto her plate. She dipped it into the chutney, carefully. “You know,” she said...
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