Delhi – Anything Goes: Anita Kumar

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What’s with the writing scene in India?  If Singh’s ‘Can Love Happen Twice’ was the worst written book I read in a long time, this one is the most insipid.  Zoya returns from London to Delhi for a friends’ reunion and shows us how the hi-society life in Delhi works.  But that’s it.  There is practically no story.  Exaggerated (and sometimes not so exaggerated) description of the life styles of the rich and famous don’t quite add to a novel.  The writing is cliché ridden – though not so bad as Singh – but there are many repetitions of the same phrases over the entire length of the book.  By the time I ended, I was sick of LV, Gucci and Jimmy Choo.  The climax is perhaps the worst part.  First, the readers are told about why Reema is the bitch she is – which doesn’t shock the reader (thought it seems to shock the writer alright) and secondly, everything gets resolved in the last three pages.  There is so much telling (as opposed to showing) that the book seems like a description of each character’s feelings poured in inappropriate words.

Recommendation: Don’t even think of it.

It Is Winter

Winter

A winter in Delhi.

Warm sunny and lazy.

And as I laze idly in the sun on a Sunday morning,

I think about how long it has been for me to be in love.

… in love with love, in love with the thought of love.

I close my eyes.

And the first face that comes up is you.

Amazing indeed.

You.

In the crowd of so many beloveds and lovers.

You.

And the thought that comes with your face…

…is the thought of holding your hand in the sun.

To be clasping those multi-ringed fingers in mine.

Like touching your soul by touching your skin.

 

I realize

You are unattainable.

So listen my distant unattainable love.

Let us keep it this way.

For I am sure

Attaining your love will lose it all,

So let’s have you where you are.

So that on such rare lazy mornings

When I feel romantic

And think of holding a hand in the sun

I will have you to think of.