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Title : Salvation of a SaintAuthor : Keigo HigashinoGenre : MysteryLanguage :  English (translated from Japanese by Alexander O. Smith)Publishers : Little, Brown Book GroupPublication year : 2013ISBN : 978-0-3491-3934-0Paperback Price : Rs. 350/-Great deals available on :Flipkart.com I would like to start by thanking Blogadda.com for the opportunity to read and review this book, particularly since it is a murder mystery, one of my favourite genres of fiction. Having read sensational reviews for Keigo Higashino's earlier novel The Devotion of Suspect X, described by some as a work by which "Agatha Christie would be mightily impressed", I was looking forward with bated breath to ...
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  May 13, 2013, 8:15 pm
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 38; the thirty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "The Woman on Platform Number 10" "Do you mind if I sit here?". The voice was soft and sweet. I looked up to see an angelic face that matched the voice perfectly."Sure", I said, picking up my bag from the bench and moving towards the end, making space for her to sit. "Thanks", she said and smiled. A smile that lit up the entire platform. "Are you waiting for the 2 a.m. train, too?" I ventured, certain that her answer would be in...
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Tag :Shorts
  April 7, 2013, 11:59 pm
This post has been written as part of the Exercise for Edition 6 of the Indifiction Workshop, an effort by a collective of Indian bloggers to encourage the writing of fictional short stories. The concept and rules of this edition were designed by Prasanna Rao. The original post can be read on the Indifiction Workshop blog here.This edition required the participant to attempt a re-telling of the classic "Beauty and The Beast" in contemporary settings, with no major changes to the story and characters. The exercise focus was on beginning the story with a bang, an opening gambit called the conflict-establisher. Read more about it here. ***The old man scrambled up the thorny slope of the hill, p...
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Tag :IFW
  April 3, 2013, 10:49 pm
Written for Fireblossom's Friday Challenge on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.For this Fireblossom's Friday challenge, one had to write a poem about a crack, fissure, rupture, split, or breaking point.I pressed you to the groundYou tried to get awayImmobile but spiritedAs you rolled from side to sideI pinned you tighterAnd made my first strikeTo the base of your skullA sharp crack rended the airYou moaned but yieldedAnd gave up your fightEnergy coursed through my nervesIn eager anticipationMy mouth watered at the prospectOf consuming you from the inside outTo drink of your nectarAnd sink my teeth into your tender fleshI raised my hand againAnd this time turbid water flowedI struck again, f...
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Tag :Humour
  March 22, 2013, 1:18 pm
For years, I have been challenging shampoo companies and beauty-parlours to tame my unbelievably curly hair. I did not want straight hair, only hair that would let a comb run all the way through, instead of absorbing half its teeth and swallowing the spine. I have lost count of the number of combs and brushes that I've lost in the wilderness that is my hair.The Bermuda Tangle - Doom of the Hairbrush Once, when I went to get a long overdue haircut, the chap who was snipping my locks offered a free post-haircut blow-dry. I think the sight of my hair challenged his inner artist, and he resolved to summit his Everest by conquering my head. I agreed happily since I believed that anything coming ...
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Tag :Indiblogger
  March 19, 2013, 7:30 pm
"Rita di, can't anything be done?" I wailed, close to tears. It was already a highly stressful day for me, what with the main event being just a few hours away. All my dreams and aspirations were tied to this one, single ramp walk. Unfortunately, my hair wasn't ready to be tied to anything.My hair after a wash "Madam ji, with hair like yours, there is very little to be done in such little time. If only you had started coming for regular treatment sessions six months ago, today things would have been different", said the hair-dresser with a frown on her face, chiding my lackadaisical attitude towards my unmanageable hair, at the same time mourning the loss of six-months' worth of i...
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Tag :Indiblogger
  March 18, 2013, 4:44 pm
The following phrases were given by De Jackson as part of the Botanical Wordlist Challenge on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. sight-seeing in a daisy the silent roar of the vast stealing the sun the story of the grassesa strong, bent contrivance flowers that will not wait for the snowemploy the windI decided to attempt my first set of Haiku (3-line verses) using the above phrases. I will forgo the syllabic restrictions to accommodate the phrases (as well as for convenience. I can't count syllables to save my life!).Dew drop lensesSight-seeing in a daisyUniverses revealedThe silent roar of the vastyellow field deafens;Sunflowers stealing the sunTo hear tell ofthe story of the grassesE...
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Tag :Haiku
  March 16, 2013, 5:31 pm
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAddaWrite Over the Weekend theme for Mar 15, 2013-Start your post with ‘A young executive was nervously biting her nails.’The following is actually 47-Fiction, since the first eight words are fixed!DeliverablesA young executive was nervously biting her nails.“Boss, what if someone finds out?”“No one will. Ever”She moved slowly towards him. He wet his lips in anticipation.White lace fell to the ground. Heartbeats rose.He held the soft flesh in his hands, moaning with pleasure.“Screw cholesterol! I'd die for Butter Chicken!”***Presentations A young executive was nervously biting her nails.Th...
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Tag :55 Fiction
  March 15, 2013, 11:21 pm
Written for Mary's Mixed Bag Challenge set this week by Kerry on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.Imagine you hold a bag which contains two objects: one which can heal and one which can harm. Only you may identify these two objects through touch, texture, shape-recognition and imaginative exploration. Which object would you withdraw first? Does the good out-weigh the bad, or is harm something that cannot be prevented? Use one of these two items as the starting point of your poem and move towards the other in conclusion.The dual nature of the bag's contents immediately drew my mind towards the nature of abuse in relationships. The captivating cycle of tender love and frightening abuse, t...
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Tag :Woman
  March 15, 2013, 3:36 pm
For mothers“You look beautiful”“Stop it, Ma. I look like a freak. I miss my long hair.”“My best memory is the soft touch of your hair against my face, the first time I held you. But I cherish this even more.”“What? My bald head?”“The brave, beautiful head of my cancer-fighting daughter, who won!” ***For daughtersLata held her long, thick hair in her hands. She fondly combed it, unravelled the knots, braided it and put flowers in it. Next morning, she went to the barbershop and sold her hair. Then bought medicines for her ailing mother.As her mother fondled her cropped head, she smiled. Hair grows back. Mothers don’t. ***For sisters“Do you remember how you used to c...
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Tag :Indiblogger
  March 11, 2013, 1:13 am
Written for the Sunday Mini-Challenge on Imaginary Garden With Real ToadsFor this week's challenge, Grace (aka Heaven) asked us to write a 14-line poem using food imagery to express our feelings.This being school exam season in India, I dedicate this to children who bear the load of their parents' expectations and imposed dreams. I'm growing still, ripening daily Your seeds have borne their fruit in me Juicy, luscious ideas flow like juice through my veins My dreams are golden, fresh and syrupy Bite into me and you'll be surprised By my taste, my crunch, the colour of my inside They may not be the same as yours Or what you expect, or what you decide They are mine, whether bitter or sweet And...
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Tag :Real Toads
  March 10, 2013, 11:42 pm
The PincushionI was a twelve year old girl, and had just started Class 8. It was that precarious age when I was not quite a teenager, and no longer part of the kiddie crowd. And appearances were just starting to matter."Amma, pull it tighter... tighter... tighter", I whined as my mother braided my long, thick, stubbornly curly hair into two plaits running down my back. "Any tighter that this, and I'll be pulling your hair out by the handfulls", Amma chuckled.Of course, her giggle made me even more irritated. Once she was done tying the braids up with ribbons, I slid eight hairpins into my head just to hold it all tighter. Somehow I had got the notion that it was important that not...
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Tag :Indiblogger
  March 5, 2013, 6:28 pm
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 37; the thirty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "Truth is stranger than fiction"Images from Google. Copyrights belong to respective owners.Lisa was an unassuming lady. Petite, plain-looking. And yet, she had a light in her eyes that distinguished her immediately from everyone else. A radiance that transformed her from an ordinary woman to an extraordinary one.She pressed a button and a picture of Harry appeared on the giant screen. She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed a silent...
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Tag :Shorts
  March 3, 2013, 6:29 pm
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.Write Over the Weekend theme for this Mar 1, 2013:Use these three words in your post ‘Little Girl, Toy, Scared’***BrokenThe little girl cowered in a corner with her toy, scared and shaking.Before her, Daddy was beating Mommy senseless with his belt.“Daddy, please. Stop hitting her”“Shut up bitch, before I knock your teeth out”She picked up the gun on the table and shot him thrice. Then sat playing with her doll.***LostMia watched the little girl through the door, playing in the garden. Her hair shone like gold in the sunshine. Mia walked to her and held out a toy. “Come here, baby, ...
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Tag :55 Fiction
  March 2, 2013, 10:42 pm
Written for Kerry's Wednesday Challenge and posted for Today we scream on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.Kerry's call for a poem based on Open Letters gave me the opportunity to write about something that has been pricking me for a while now, but for which I was having trouble finding the right format for expression. The idea of an open letter is the perfect vehicle to start a wider discussion on this issue.I would like to talk about atrocities on women in war zones and regions of conflict by the military or law-enforcement agencies.This has long been perilous ground to walk on. No one wants to undermine the sacrifices that soldiers  and police personnel make for their country and count...
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Tag :Woman
  March 2, 2013, 12:00 pm
Written for the Sunday Mini-Challenge on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Poetic Form - Write a poem that is 14 lines long.Dowry is a medieval, derogatory, discriminatory tradition that is still practiced with impunity, even pride, in India. Dowry is the price that is demanded by the groom and his family as a forced "gift", sometimes even compensation of sorts, for taking the bride in and assuming the responsibility of caring for her for the rest of her life. The groom's worth and standing in society is often judged by the amount of dowry he is able to garner. The bride's family has to assemble the dowry, no matter how large or beyond their means even to the extent of ste...
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Tag :India
  February 24, 2013, 1:08 am
Written for the Sunday Mini-Challenge on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Poetic Form - Write a poem that is 14 lines long.Dowry is a medieval, derogatory, discriminatory tradition that is still practiced with impunity, even pride, in India. Dowry is the price that is demanded by the groom and his family as a forced "gift", sometimes even compensation of sorts, for taking the bride in and assuming the responsibility of caring for her for the rest of her life. The groom's worth and standing in society is often judged by the amount of dowry he is able to garner. The bride's family has to assemble the dowry, no matter how large or beyond their means even to the extent ...
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Tag :Woman
  February 24, 2013, 1:08 am
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAddaWrite Over the Weekend theme for Feb 22, 2013 : Revolve a story around this line ‘My heart was saying “Yes” but my head was saying “No”.*** I saw him yet again in the park His eyes radiant in the sunshine His hair ruffled by the breeze He knew what was on my mind In one look, I could tell He would fulfill my heart's desire His smile tightened my belly The heat made me shiver, ice was on fire My heart was saying Yes But my head was saying No I looked beside me, and sighed My husband was signalling me to go. I yearned for what he could give That man in the park.. In my mind's eye I could see ...
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Tag :Blogadda
  February 23, 2013, 1:49 pm
My fifth consecutive week winning the WoW Top PostThis post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAddaWrite Over the Weekend theme for Feb 22, 2013 : Revolve a story around this line ‘My heart was saying “Yes” but my head was saying “No”.*** I saw him yet again in the park His eyes radiant in the sunshine His hair ruffled by the breeze He knew what was on my mind In one look, I could tell He would fulfill my heart's desire His smile tightened my belly The heat made me shiver, ice was on fire My heart was saying Yes But my head was saying No I looked beside me, and sighed My husband was signalling me to go. I yearned for what he could giv...
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Tag :Blogadda
  February 23, 2013, 1:49 pm
Written for Transforming Friday on Imaginary Garden With Real ToadsThis is in honour of the desert people of Rajasthan, one of the toughest, hardiest yet friendliest and most honourable people in the world. Padharo mhaare des Welcome to my country An ever-changing land Landmarks shift with every gust of the wind Burning, biting, sun-baked sand We ride our own ships Four long, spindly legs for oars That split the desert sea Ferrying us from shore to sandy shore Every drop of that heavenly nectar Treasured more than life itself We neither envy, nor curse our fate Waiting patiently for brief rainy spells We built kingly palaces Forts unconquered yet The most intricate of carvings From sand and...
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Tag :Real Toads
  February 23, 2013, 12:05 am
Written for  Words Count With Mama Zen on Imaginary Garden With Real ToadsThe idea for this poem is to build a toad-house in less than 48 words. When I searched Google for inspiration and ideas, I found that toads have better houses than we do! So I decided to build a zen-themed house that I would want to live in.....Amidst the mossy greeneryBeside a tiny, pebble lined pondBamboo canes curve to form a domeRaindrops drip enticingly through leafy gablesTurrets of shoots, an airy castleDoorway framed with curving vinesFlowers are garden chairsStone steps lead from Green home to Water home(Word count : 47)...
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Tag :Real Toads
  February 20, 2013, 8:41 pm
Anticipation gnaws at my insides My gut clenches in raw nervousness Could it be true? Unplanned though it may be The timing is still perfect I clench, unwilling to release What if it says yes? Would I be elated, or wouldn't I? Am I ready to accept a no? It may break my heart.... I loosen my clench And let go A muted splash, collecting in a cup Clear, odourless Is that a good sign? A dropper full of warm liquid Three drops to the count Big, full drops Falling one by one Agonizingly slowly Into the tiny well I watch with bated breath As it seeps into the stick And one purple line appears I hold my breath Every second seems like an eternity And then.. The second line appears A shade lighter th...
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  February 18, 2013, 9:30 am
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAddaWrite Over the Weekend theme for Feb 15, 2013 -What is writing like? Write a post that includes this phrase, “Writing to me is…” ***Freedom Akash stared at the blank paper. It held the promise of anything... everything. He licked his pen and began to write.  When he was done, he gave it to his mentor for review.   Then walked to his execution. His mentor, the Warden, read it with tears in his eyes.“Writing, to me, is Freedom”. ***StrengthBooker Prize winner Babita Rai looked at her audience. Every woman there was a victim of violence. Their faces held mixed emotions – anger, fear, gui...
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Tag :55 Fiction
  February 16, 2013, 3:08 pm
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAddaWrite Over the Weekend theme for Feb 15, 2013 -What is writing like? Write a post that includes this phrase, “Writing to me is…”***Mayura caressed the paper between her fingers, as though absorbing the words written on it through her pores. Lovingly and with much care, she slipped the rubber band back across the small, much-thumbed annual diary. The kind that had a page for every date. Her mind went back to what she had just read. Jan 1, 1970My name is Meera. I can write. Two short, simple sentences that every child in Class 1 could write. And yet, Meera had written this at the age of sixty-...
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Tag :Shorts
  February 16, 2013, 2:51 am
3-in-1The camera was rolling. Bulbs flashed.     “I’m Mansi. 32, divorced mother of three beautiful kids. Looking for a committed relationship.”     “Yo, Swati here. I’m hot ‘n’ happening. I just want fun.”     “I-I-I’m A-A-Anita. I-I-I’ve b-b-been hurt b-before, but b-believe in t-true love.”Behind the camera, Dr. Sneha glanced at her chart. “Multiple Personality Disorder”***The Voice“Get rid of her”. The voice was getting louder nowadays.He sneaked a peek at her. Washing the car, body glistening with soap, bikini top soaking wet. She looked provocative and sinful. “Take her down”, the voice screamed.  He gave in.Ripping the poster off the wall,...
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Tag :55 Fiction
  February 13, 2013, 6:04 pm
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