BOOKSTORE – A Short Story


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“Are you going to read that book? I mean, are you going to buy it?” he asked, smiling at her.

“That’s why I’m holding it. That’s the way it works. When a person is holding a book, while in a bookstore, and she’s not looking through it, and she’s standing in line at the check-out counter, it usually means she’s going to buy said book.”

“Ah. I just wanted to know, because that’s the last copy they have.”

“They can order another copy for you.”

“But it will take five to seven work days to get here.”

“Try another shop.”

“They called and everyone is out of stock.”

“I can’t imagine why, it’s an old book,” she said, staring at him. “Not a bestseller, by any stretch of the imagination.”

“Do you think I read bestsellers?”

“I have no idea what you read.”

“Can I have it?”

“No, you can’t have it,” she laughed, clutching the book tighter. “What’s wrong with you anyway.”

“No one has been able to answer that question, and believe me, a lot of people have tried.”

“Do you even know what the book is about?”

“I don’t.”

“Then why do you want it?”

“I don’t actually want the book. I just wanted to talk to you and that seemed the best way to do it.”

“So the book was your opening line?”

“It was.”

“Has that ever worked before?”

“I never tried it before.”

“Is this really the last copy of this book?”

“I don’t even know what the title is, so probably not.”

“Do you even read?”

“All the time. Can I buy you a coffee in the cafe? We can talk about books.”

“Thank you, but no.”

“I’ll treat you to the cheesecake of your choice,” he whispered. “Or a Death By Chocolate Cupcake, if you’d rather have that.”

“Which one would you choose?”

“Cupcake, of course,” he said immediately. “I love dogs,” he said, trying not to laugh. “And I’m a writer. I also love Switzerland and nature and…”

“I want hot chocolate, not coffee.”

“It would be my great pleasure, to escort you to one of the tiny tables and get you a hot chocolate.”

“I’m not staying long.”

“I understand completely. By the way, my name is…”

“No,” she said. “Don’t tell me.”

“Whatever you wish,” he said, taking her free hand.

They talked until the store closed and moved in together four months later. They suddenly had two dogs and a lot more bookshelves. They are pretty much living happily ever after.

Strange things can happen in a bookstore. I think it’s all the dreams and magic in the air. Well, that and the cupcakes, of course. Never underestimate the power of chocolate.

~The Nocturnal Muser©

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Book Review 2: Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn


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gone girl

Part crime novel, part suspense-thriller, part family drama, Gone Girl is a difficult book to define. On the one hand, it’s a finely crafted mystery full of red herrings and shock twists. On the other hand it’s a totally original, weirdly addictive and darkly twisted “Un-Romance”.
If this book had a theme song it would be Love is a Battlefield. If it was a cocktail, it would be a vodka martini with a twist (served with a sprinkling of anti-freeze). If it were a person, this book would be a really good looking, super charming and amazingly witty knife-wielding-psychopath.
Gone Girl is the kind of book that you should read knowing as little as possible about the plot. Which actually makes it a really difficult book to review. I’m hesitant to say too much for fear that, in my enthusiasm, I might accidentally give too much away.
So, all you really need to know about the plot of Gone Girl is that it is about a man and a woman.
Sounds too vague right? I know but can’t help myself from spilling the beans so better read up the book before I spoil it for you!!


Rating: 4.5/5


~The Nocturnal Muser©

Beacon Of My Life!!


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“Come, come!”

it calls to me,

as it stands there

in the middle of the sea


Constant and steady

That radiant Light

I know I’ll be safe

If I get there ‘fore night


A beacon of hope

my soul there will rest

I know, though, to get there

is the real test


Still, it calls to me,

“Come, come!

Leave your family

Leave all you’ve known.”


“I want to come!”

my heart replies,

“but there is no boat

I cannot fly.”


“Who needs wings

or man-made things

when what’s inside

will cause the glide?”


No longer doubting

taking the first step

Can be the most challenging

So, I gulp a deep breath


Closing my eyes

I plunge into the deep

Except instead of plunging

Solidness meets my feet


Eyes open wide

As I look below

My feet on the water

Ahead of the Light Glows


Tender and sweet

With a tease of a smile

It tells me the journey

May take quite a while


I don’t care

With windswept hair

Instead of despair

I will go there


To be with the Light

I’ll Go through the flight

With happiness and ease

As I stroll in the breeze


I have nothing to lose

So, I’ll take off my shoes

Brush out knots with sea comb

And love the journey of ocean foam


~The Nocturnal Muser

Book Review 1: Chanakya’s Chant by Ashwin Sanghi


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“Everything is going to be alright at the end. If it’s not right, then it is not the end.”

It is constantly troublesome for any creator to go for an authentic fiction novel. More than this, if the subject/characters decided for the book exists in all actuality before, it turns out to be considerably more hard to give an anecdotal plot for it.

Chanakya’s Chant is a phenomenal endeavour by the writer to help his perusers to find out about the biography of an extraordinary ace, learned master and a super strategist Chanakya in an anecdotal way.

To the extent the plot of the novel goes, the whole novel keeps running in two tracks. One track was about Chanakya and his lord techniques to bring the whole Bharat joined under the pioneer and his protege Chandragupta Maurya.

Though, the other track of the novel is about a man called Pandit Gangasagar Mishra, portrayed as a political strategist and lover of Chanakya, who makes a few overthrows to bring his own kin to be throned in charge of Indian political framework.

The book excellently flits between the two periods and keeps the reader hooked to read what comes next in the political drama.

Though, at times, while reading modern day events unfold, I felt that some incidents were highly exaggerated and could have been toned down a bit.

Yet the book continues to keep the reader engaged and enthused enough to read to the very end. A well-paced political thriller that will keep you riveted.

It is quite entertaining and the history is not as wrong as in many others in its genre. Readers with avid interest in politics, strategic & methodical warfare, tactical mind-games must read this once.

Rating: 4.25/5


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There’s something utterly beautiful about opening yourself up to someone you love. It’s like you are ready to let that person see you in your true and innermost form. You allow that person to look at what you are, and what you have been, and what you intend to be.

There’s something utterly beautiful about trust. It’s that feeling that allows you to lose yourself in the depths of someone’s eyes and know deep inside your heart that the person will love you and care for you, but will never judge you.

There’s something more beautiful than all of these. It is the idea of baring your soul to the one you love. It is the feeling of allowing someone to look deep inside you. It is the sensation which surges through your being when you bare yourself to someone, and that kind of baring doesn’t involve shedding of clothes.

And just like a tree sports an exotic kind of beauty after shedding its leaves in autumn, you find yourself appearing more beautiful after shedding your inhibitions.

People can shed their clothes for anyone whom they fancy. It just takes a night to see someone else skin and another night to forget it.

But you can’t just shrug off your inhibitions and show off your scars to anyone. It takes more than just a night to do that, and a lifetime to forget what someone else might have bared to you.

And that’s precisely what makes this autumn more beautiful.

~ The Nocturnal Muser ©