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Latest Review | The Last Nomad

Here's the latest review of The Last Nomad by Dalvi Namita​ and Shobha Dravid! Glad you enjoyed the book. With this the book now achieves a Goodreads rating of 4.71. :-) "The Last Nomad, book is indeed very engaging ...storyline has all emotions from love to respect... mainly highlighting a woman’s role in everyone’s life and also respect that she deserves to be given....A must read book..." -Namita Dalvi "Heramb, your book, is enthralling, to put it mildly. It runs the whole gamut of experiences, from the mundane to the mystical. Rahul's childhood experiences are so true to what's happening in poor people's lives, and as Ryan, his poetry and his spiritual glimpses are what I identified with." ‐Shobha Dravid Get your copies today! Kindle: Paperback: Call/text on   +91 9594 545351  #bookreviews #Goodreads - The Last Nomad

Poem: Arrival

The feeling of arrival is but a fleeting one Till the time it sinks in deep, it's time to return Look around, my friend They are all travellers like you Happily believing they'll be at their destination The feeling of arrival is fleeting, my friend One day, all travellers must return home -   The Last Nomad

The Namesake | You Haven't Heard The Best Tales

As I was watching Mira Nair's The Namesake (2006) this weekend, there was one particular scene which struck me and is haunting me since then. I'll tell you why but before that, here's the scene. It's where young Gogol and his father, Ashoke (Irrfan Khan), are on the stone walk at the Cape Cod beach and Ashima (Tabu) is watching them from a distance, standing near the car with her young daughter. She says, "Don't go so far that I cannot see you! He is too little." When Ashoke reaches near the end of the stone walk with Gogol, he's disappointed after realizing that he has forgotten the camera in the car. He says something like, "We forgot the camera. Now you will have to remember that we came here." "How long do I have to remember?" asks Gogol. "We will have to remember it, then." He tells Gogol, "Try to remember it always... remember that you and I made this journey, that we went together to a place where th

Poem: You are an Old Tree

You are but an old true With roots gone deep and far Breathing through every pore Giving this earth fresh air Don't deny it and be unfair For hundeds of your sons and daughter Are living on your arms in despair But you assume you are a stupid human Humans who drive axes on their own feet No matter many a times you speak Their mistakes they repeat You'll come down to the ground if you pay no heed Why do you horde so many fruits And breathe heavy under their burden? When you could give them all And see your children dance with joy But you'll succumb to your wants As that's every miser's fate Before you go at least once listen You are but an old tree - The Last Nomad