Book Review Treat: The Color of love by Jagdish Joghee



The Color of love by Jagdish Joghee questions the rejection of love between two people in the society on the basis of non-consequential factors like caste, creed, racist views. The equation of how these limited views affect innocent emotions between two loving people and how separation changes them forever, only for the worse.

How people divide on the name of religion and more similar imaginary barriers, while hopeful and innocent youth break out of those false barriers to unite in love is questioned.

The story is about Sarfaraz and Meghna, and how hard he tries to break all the barriers to reach up to the one person he truly loves. The title is kept Colors of Love because we see Sarfaraz’s character growing and changing with his love, and when he is separated from that one true thing that made him complete, his personality and vivacity change a lot too.

Also, the book explores the discrimination Muslims face in the city of Combatore and how Sarfaraz suffered at the hands of this racist mindset both in society and also his personal relationships.

The author has done a good job in bringing out these emotions, and also in questioning the mindset that plagues the society. What was very encouraging to see was, that Sarfaraz could rise up from his difficulties and make a good living. Despite his father thinking of him otherwise, he managed to make his parents proud and give them the life they deserved.

A very strong, smart and encouraging character is brought out in Sarfaraz’s mother, who probably is the reason behind his fighting spirit. Nadia Begum, like any other woman in that society was looked down upon by her husband and her views never mattered. However when it came to practical matters and matters of survival, she had a very sharp brain, even more so than her husband. She was a cheerful lady who was very open minded in the matters of relationship as well, and Sarfaraz could easily share his relationship voes with her. She was a woman neither bound by religion, gender or society- and it is this spark which inspired Sarfaraz to find his holding in a chaotic world.

The narration style is very interesting, however the dialogues between Sarfaraz and Rameez (his best friend) are written in a very novice manner, which takes away from the reading experience.

Lastly, I would say the author manages to raise very important cultural and religious issues plaguing the society. Also, the different shades of love, emotions, relationships, friendships and choices are explored very well, which makes this novel a valuable reading experience.



Swan Song



Beauty in simplicity, pompousness defeated quietly.

– ©® Madhulika Mitra


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This is a 6 word short story written for the challenge #PFsixwordchallenge hosted by @pageflutter on IG.

Skywalkers (a poem)



Skywalkers (a poem) by ©® Madhulika Mitra
The pungent grey clouds hid
The hologram of possibilities behind it’s lost facade.
Perhaps it was so the sky walker wanderers
Would loose themselves in darkness
And never find the way
To the land above the clouds.
But, the  wolf hearts weren’t so lost of passion
The light they seeked, was within
And the darkness only amplified the hidden glaze.
It must be crazy, they thought!
We feared we didn’t have wings, so we’ll never reach the clouds
But we’re waters inside and out
We have got, the evaporating skills!
We don’t need, to seek the clouds
For the clouds know, it needs us more.
Our tenacity was tested, by our own anxiousness.
We were already, where we were meant to be.
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Clubbing Day 12 prompts of

#Zopoinmarch by @zoebfm

#marchechoesatabyss by @_indelible_inked.phoenix
#cmmarchchallenge by @cerynnmccain
#marcbfchallenge #colorbodyfeels by @cc_writes
#marchfalls by @aseawords & @breath_words_
#marpoetry by @tempus247 #tenacity
#madmarchchallenge by @ravenofthewritingdesk

Moans Under The Moon (a poem)




Moans Under The Moon by ©® Madhulika Mitra

The moon looked through
The veils that hid our secret dance
On the beds of sands and dried roses
Our moans under her silent howls
Bellowed a symphony of the risen beasts
The drooping shy eyes that hide
The revulsions of desires underneath
Turns even the mellow scents
Into wildflowers.
This poem is for #eroticpoetrychallenge on Instagram.
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Dame of Flames (a poem) by Madhulika Mitra



Dame of Flames by ©® Madhulika Mitra

She was a keeper of flames

Burning with the same
vigorous intensity as her dream.
It is said vile beasts of fervor
Can’t be tamed within electric barriers
But only be contained,
Till the lightening merges
into their burnt essence,
And molten ashes birth
Where subsided flames existed.

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Rise Of The Lionesque (a poem)



Rise of the #Lionesque by ©® Madhulika Mitra

When the infernos of the #darkernights were too much for her to suffer
She’d look #sideways and within
In hopes of someone
To whom her pain would matter
She was instead, made into
A #narcissusinchains
Endless submission and domination
Of her own vile instincts and chatter
Emotions gnawing at each wound
She’d cover under the sands.
But as her wounds were rubbed
And made to bleed out dead
The Lionesque embers of her soul
(Those she’d lulled into the abyss of her distant memories
And forgotten they’d even existed)
Rose up like blizzards in the silent storms
The rising had began
The sleeping fragments were being awakened
The million shards she’d been torn into
Were only the pieces of masquerade that didn’t fit her,

Clubbing Day 5 prompts of
#marpoetrychallenge hosted by @tempus247
#marchfallspoetrychallenge hosted by @aseawords
#zopoinmarch hosted by @zoebfm
#marchechoesatabyss hosted by @_indelible_inked.phoenix_

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