Journeys were we go alone, but return with a bag full of pinned emotions, touched gestures and clanged bodies that stepped into wilderness.
It all starts while meeting those strangers, a flickering spark that unites them,the most of them meet near that window seat, staring us right into our souls.
the soul, which wants to share the deepest desires,scream and fill the voids of lure to satisfy our temples and pleases the bod
the unknown identity, which can mask a lie and it will be forever with that momentary stranger.
Window seat is an anthology stirring the moments like the aroma of fresh beans in small shots of coffee.
The snippets stories talks about failed marriages, lost love, strangled memories all the thoughts, which you cannot hear in the daily chaos.
the feelings which are abandoned, the lone roof which is soaking in the sea, solitude of being with a franger( stranger+friend). the ease of flowing into demurring lust, clinked beers and cuppa.
The outline of the book is totally relatable, a mellow refreshment of our memories, but somehow it was not able to up brim my emotions nor any cliffhangers, which I was totally expecting from this book. The writing style was simple and lucid.Most of the stories had the same outline obviously with different ends.
A good book for monsoon while travelling.
PUBLICATIONS: HALF BAKED BEANS.
AUTHOR: YASHLUV VIRWANI.
THANKS FOR THE REVIEW COPY.