Showing posts with label Cover of The Fallen LOve by RAshmi Singh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cover of The Fallen LOve by RAshmi Singh. Show all posts

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Book Review of “The Fallen Love” by Rashmi Singh by SONIA SAFRI

The Fallen Love
By Rashmi Singh


The word love has such a mixed connotation. And bringing its nuances is Rashmi Singh’s latest fictional novel- The Fallen Love.
It spans the love that the main protagonist Rohan feels – for his mom, his first crush Shilpi, then Radhika and towards the end Madhuri. His fate makes him experience the pain of losing people he loves the most, or so he feels. So when it comes to Madhuri, Rohan pledges to strive for it and make it last…forever.
The story moves back-n-forth in time detailing Rohan’s present affluent status and his highly underprivileged background, during his growing up years. The dramatic and horrendous circumstances that bestow misery and grief are well highlighted by the author. And so are the sensually arousing love scenes, described quite finely without a hint of sleaze and disgust.
Life isn’t as simple as we want it. And it shouldn’t be. Without trying moments of misery and depression how are we to enjoy the happiness and joy of success and prosperity and love, of course!
The story shows many facets of the human nature- greed, friendship, relationships, compassion, benevolence…all tied by the thread of love.
I would suggest you pick it up and give it a read. The story has twists that will make you sit up and take note of the adversities Rohan faces and the trials he undergoes and how he realizes that love doesn’t come easy- and that giving up is not the way to go. Fighting for the one you love shows courage and real strength and dedication.
The author has put in a new perspective. The story shows growth for the author and her writing skills. The language used in this one shows a bold face of the modern contemporary youth. It makes you ponder on a lot many aspects, only to then realize – it is all but a story.
An enjoyable read.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

LOVE IN FULL FORCE:THE FALLEN LOVE!

“Rohan,” It seemed to Rohan that Radhika had called him. But the boulder had finally started moving like a cunning, stealthy treacherous enemy, hitting Rohan who came in its way, rolling down the valley and after that the car. Suddenly from nowhere four-five men came and dragged him back, heartlessly….Everything was happening right there in front of him, everything and a helpless Rohan, in clutches of unknown men, was made to watch the car along with Radhika, dive deep into the dangerous valley of death. Everything finished before his eyes….once again he lost to life…once again fate won for the worst and he lost….. Rohan fell unconscious and limp in the arms of the men holding him tight…..
With one hand Rohan had closed her mouth and with the other he twisted her both arms, bringing it to her back murderously. Rita tried her best to press the Emergency bell with her legs but Rohan was quick in apprehending her motives and pulled her back towards to the other side of the room. The needle of his right hand was displaced making blood to rush out heedlessly.
“Now you tell me, if you want yourself to be alive....
Rashmi Singh

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

THE MOST GRIPPING STORY OF 2012! THE FALLEN LOVE

THE FALLEN LOVE EXTRACT:
“And what admirers, by God Shilpi—must say you have some taste!” He turned around and suddenly snatched the gift which Rohan had, with great pain, insult, and neglecting his parents collected. Vishal was fine specimen of a ‘bully’ with muscles ripping out of his funky t-shirt. “Shilpi you really have a true, devoted follower!” he laughed loudly making fun of the teenager and ruthlessly crushing the red rose, every petal of which was sequined with love and dreams of the young poor boy, who had especially bought it for his dream angel.
Seeing his symbol of love being mutilated in front of his eyes, the dormant lover burst up like a violent volcano, its molten lava creating havoc, inviting destruction and rampage. “You Bastard, how dare you…how dare you crush my rose…how dare you? How can you, you motherfucker. I am not going to leave you.” The lover was panting wildly, eyes blood red, saliva dripping from his mouth. The other boy not prepared for such a move, slipped and fell on the sandy wet ground. There had been rainfall the previous night and the soil was still damp and grumpy.
rashmi singh