Some authors have a knack for humour. Not only will their words leave you in splits, but they’ll also handle even the most pensive topics with a side of sarcastic humour. I’m reviewing a book by one such author that I’ve had the pleasure of knowing for a couple of years – Mohua Maulik. Maulik…
Hello Folks! Remember how I had started a series here on TPC titled, Erupt, and how the poor series was left unfinished because of my eternal tardiness? Well, I have good news for those of you who liked the series (thank you very much) and would have liked me to continue. No, no, I’m not…
Sitting on the passenger side of their plush car, sorry, ‘Vikram’s‘ car, was a new sensation for her. Some night of firsts this is turning out to be! She thought wryly. Her eyes ran over the details of the sedan. The plush upholstery, the beverage holder, containing a crushed styrofoam cup, no music on the…
She stood there, can in hand, head reeling as though she were drunk. Am I drunk? She tried counting the shots she had downed since she entered the pub. 11, 12… 15? She wasn’t sure. But she wasn’t drunk, she was sure. Excited, maybe. Yeah… excited. That’s more like it! She knew she couldn’t get drunk,…
