BROKEN MAGIC by Balakarthiga

First of all let me say Bala a sorry.. for dragging this review so long.. I was going through a writer’s bloc & thank God; I think I m over it.. 🙂

Usually I am out of this e-book lovers category, I am always comfortable with paper backs. But this is the second one I bought from kindle & the credit of both purchase goes to my little author sister Bala. Bala is little sister to me. A girl who can do wonders with words like Harry potter can do with his wand. (If I have to compare with a female, She is my Hermione.. 🙂 ). A Rahmaniac like me. A Harry Potter fan like me. I guess we share some common interests. Her first kindle edition was a combination of 13 fantastic short stories. Heart strings. And now, Broken Magic is the second kindle publication by Bala. A short love story which starts with one of my favorite quote by Rumi.

When I m with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.

51jDBRlcS1L._SX312_BO1,204,203,200_Who never want to fall in love? Don’t say you don’t want to. Everyone wish to fall in love with your perfect match. And what this perfect match means? That’s Bala’s Broken Magic. The story of Aadhi & Nayani. A journey of love with two mismatches. Finding the true magic within. The writer had made it simple, tender & romantic as well. Wrapped in too much of love Broken magic is the story about confusions in a relationship. The love life of two perfectly opposite characters. How they repels & attracts. In Nayani, I saw myself.

They were different. Probably the two most unlikely of people to have fallen in love.
She was a strange girl who said strange things. He was a strange guy who did strange things. Only their individual definition of strangeness varied greatly.
He was a simpleton. She was an eager thinker.
He was an athletic & couldn’t be contained in a room for more than ten minutes, while she was very indoor girl. 
He spoke four languages-All of them learnt in bits and pieces. She knew only two, but had mastered both.
He laughed hard at all the adult jokes and made several of them when with his friends, while she giggles & chuckled over Timon & Pumba.
She wrote vigorously-It was almost a compulsive obsession for her. Everything in her life had been written through. She had ten novels and over a hundred short stories all sitting idle on her desk.
 Her life revolved around books. On the other hand, he was a guy who hadn’t bothered to even touch a work of fiction in his life.
The differences that initially sounded classically romantic, soon turned out to be conflicts & intellectual mismatch.

This is Aadhi & Nayani. And there is even more in their love story. The happiness of togetherness, the magic of romance, the pain of parting & the realization of true love. So many lovely emotions arranged in a wonderful story which makes us read the story in one simple stretch. Go and try to feel the happiness in this simple elegant love story.

‘My biggest fear isn’t that you’ll lie to me or cheat on me. No. It’s not the usual threats to a relationship that come to mind when I think of us. It’s the fact that someday, all the magic will be gone and what’ll be left of us is the painfully boring ordinariness I was filled with before I met you. I’m afraid-no-scared to death that your currently deceiving eyes will lose the filters and look at my bare mediocre self, and I m afraid you won’t be enchanted by me anymore.’ She said.

Go and own Broken Magic & take a walk with Aadhi & Nayani. In a moment you will feel like it’s your story.
Available here – Broken Magic by Balakarthiga M

Bala, I m proud of you! Keep on writing & making wonders. Waiting for your next.. 🙂 Love You!! ❤

Anniversary

She was just out from the shower. Water trickled from her hair. Drop by drop. Without realizing he is behind her she started draping her Black Saree. Her favorite one. The one he gifted on their last anniversary. Her chaotic face shown her tough task on dealing with this unfamiliar piece of costume. Last time she wore this was around eleven months back when they went for a candlelit dinner. It still have the fragrance in that restaurant.

He was still standing at the door gazing at her reflection in the mirror. He laughed playfully in his mind seeing her playing with Saree; like a kitten playing with a ribbon (without knowing what to do). She is still concentrated on how-to-manage-this-piece-of-cloth task. He slowly came to her and patted on her shoulder. She continued adjusting her fleets like nothing happened. He came in front of her. She smiled at him; still with a worn out face unveiling I can’t win the battle with this thing. He made a face of ‘It’s not a big deal.’ She looked herself with a sigh.

In a moment he dragged her closer and carried her face in his hands. A kiss on her forehead. She looked up to his face with a smile. He bent down to her and whispered in ears. ‘Happy Anniversary Honey!’ Tears trickled from her eyes with the rainbow of happiness.