Book Review – ‘And We Walked Away’
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Book Review: And We Walked Away by Subrat Saurabh – Ashi Responding To Life
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Abhimanyu, being an impulsive, stubborn and impatient guy decides to propose her in a rush. Abhimanyu with the help of his friends Aarush and Dev proposes and tries to convince Naina many times in unusual ways but he fails miserably. However, a trick helps to melt her heart, but destiny has a different plan.
Everything around the college made him evocative and some memories are still fresh like it just happened yesterday and the story enters into a flashback of college days, first day of college with his grandfather and advice, friendship with Dev and Aarush and Love at first sight Naina, exam, farewell, campus placement and more. Will Abhimanyu will be able to convince Naina about love? To know more read the book,.
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Plot is basically simple nothing new to give, same old college romance with a touch friendship, but what makes it beautiful and unique is the way it is written. I feel the blurb should be short and crisp, an elaborated blurb explains the complete story in summary. Language of the book is lucid and written in a simple way to comprehend for any kind of reader.
If the Hindi poetry were translated into English it was much better since everyone will not able to understand it. The characters are well-developed and one can easily relate them. He is popularly known as ChickenBiryanii on social media. He is proficient in writing witty one-liners, a skill he employs on Twitter and Facebook using his penname.
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His opinions in the form of tweets often get viral on WhatsApp and are telecast and appreciated over the television channels and also, picked and published in leading newspapers. Added to being a writer, and poet, Subrat is also an avid blogger. He was also the lead singer of a band that was based out of Chicago. Two days later, I had an extra ticket for a show and called him to ask if he wanted to join me. He was the youngest of six. His grandparents on both sides were Irish immigrants, and his father had put all six of them through college working blue-collar jobs, construction mainly.
I was one of eight, and the first in my family to go to college. My father had also worked construction, though he had left when I was young, had gone back to Mexico. I thought I might want that too. By the time Halloween rolled around we were inseparable, spending countless hours in my bedroom burning candles and listening to everything from Pink Floyd to the Velvet Underground. I had always wanted to live in New York, and we talked about moving there — someday.
He could pursue music, and I could continue taking acting classes. After graduating, we moved to Chicago, to Wicker Park, and although we both had day jobs, he continued rehearsing and playing with his band, and I enrolled in everything from scene study to improv at Second City. I knew I could either continue to perpetuate these stereotypes or write my own material.
I enrolled in playwrighting classes, joined a Latina theater troupe, and within a year we had written a full-length show — a variety of irreverent sketches that highlighted our experience of having grown up in a dual culture. We sent the script off to several theaters in New York, and some six months later, we heard back from an Off-Broadway theater company.
They loved the script and wanted to know if we might be free to come and workshop it that summer with one of their directors. On the night before I left, Martin threw a going-away party for me.
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His house filled with friends and loud music, and as we made our way through the living room with our fingers interlaced, someone asked how long I was going away for. It felt like a bad omen, like he could already sense the state of flux we were about to slip into.
Had I known back then that his prediction would prove to be true, I may have ended things right then and there. At that point we had been together for five years, and the thought of never returning, of living far away from him, sort of frightened me. I arrived in New York on June 1, Two weeks later, I took the L train to meet a friend at Galapagos in Williamsburg, and as I made my way down Bedford, I was struck by how similar to Wicker Park it was, with its quiet tree-lined streets and four- to five-story walk-ups.
Certainly nowhere in Manhattan with its nonstop traffic and looming skyscrapers. Williamsburg was different. Back then, it felt more like a small lawless town tucked away near the river, across from the big city. I fell in love with the neighborhood.