Sangeetha Kamath

  If you've ever loved an animal more than your self, then, this book is for you! This story about a cat disposes all the infamous myths about them being insensitive, beyond control and incapable of loving their owners. They reach into the deepest recesses of your heart you never knew existed and make a place there for all of eternity. Nana, is a street cat who always naps atop  Satoru's silver van below his apartment and is adopted by him  when, on an unfortunate day he is run over by a vehicle.  Two months in Satoru’s tender loving care and healing from a broken bone in his leg, Nana finds his forever home with Satoru as he has a strong resemblance to Hachi, a cat Satoru had during his childhood. The story told from the perspective of Satoru paints his own detailed traumatic and heart rending backstory. And also from the perspective of Nana, quite a sassy feline who brightens this tale with his shenanigans, bravado, mischief and haughty personality. At heart, he's ...

Genre: YA Fiction/ Fantasy Adventure  🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰🏰 Delilah is your relatable girl next door who finds a world of her own in magical tales which end in happily ever after. Going through a difficult childhood with an absentee father, Delilah watches her mother eke out a living, making ends meet to survive.  She is popular in school. The popular outcast. Shunned and scorned by all for accidentally busting a knee cap of Allie the cheerleader of the school and breaking her nose in a freak swimming accident when she blunders into Allie’s lane during a backstroke lap, Delilah has only Jules, a jazzy girl with a punk look to call her friend… Until Delilah chances upon a book Between The Lines in the school library when things take a fantastical turn, almost unbelievable even for a die-hard fantasy fan like her. 🏰🏰🏰🏰 This book is like no other where the characters have a life of their own once a reader shuts the book and take their places for the part once it's ...

There's a blush of autumn in my heart  A thousand wreaths of laurel sprigs adorn a forgotten vault A dancing flame as golden as the swaying corn Blooms into a euphoric ruby-red heartbeat, as wild as a poppy born I paint the skies with the deepest cornflower blue And swan shaped puffed clouds of the radiant citrine hue The gloaming canopy is a mix of nectar and honey  When moonbeams kiss the ocean rolling in a rapturous melody  The pallor on cheeks thrums and glows Stolen glances with you are like frozen winter rose  The sunbeams danced in rhythm to my heartbeat The moon dazzled among waltzing stars on a sequined carpet  The tide in my heart throbbed and rode On the swell of the dizzying storm quite hallowed In the drifting snows or sun-drenched summers You're my heartbeat forever and forever. ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Pic Courtesy: Pixabay 

Genre: Historical Fiction/ Children's Literature. Sara Crewe wins the hearts of readers with  her resilience and stoic demeanor even in the face of adversity.  Born and brought up with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth, she knows no wants and needs courtesy her extremely doting father Captain Ralph Crewe who more than makes up for the absence of maternal love in Sara’s life. She lives enveloped by luxury in India and at seven years of age has to leave for London as the hot and humid climate turns out to be not so favourable for her. Sara’s stay at the Select Seminary run by the stern proprietress Miss Minchin is frought with many ups and downs as life throws many curve balls at poor Sara. A gifted, intelligent girl beyond her years, Sara becomes the cynosure of admiration and the envy that comes along with it in equal measures.  Sara is also the pupil of honour as her opulent father has loaded her wardrobe with silks, velvets, muffs, furs, hats and shoes and along ...

The clackity-clack of heels echoed on the cool marble floor as Avantika sashayed from her cabin to the conference hall. At 5’7” with waist length hair, the colour of a raven’s wing, her skin honey toned, she was the cynosure of all eyes today as she stood in front of corporate honchos to seal the deal of the merger and acquire multi million dollars worth in stocks and bonds.  With the initial round of heady cheers and toasting of champagne, she quietly made her way out and slumped into the welcoming recliner in her cabin and closed her eyes. Memories of the past flooded her and she suddenly felt warm hearted with gratitude. Margaret…the blonde-haired missy who had visited her village three decades ago had taken upon herself to take a team of pre-teen girls under her wing and educate them. Avantika had taken a fancy to the kind lady who looked starkly different from the people she usually encountered around the hutments. The lessons had begun with great fervor and excitement. Avanti...

Visions that fade away from the grasp of sleep In the chambers of my soul they disappear into the deep A dim spark sets ablaze the fall colors in the night When dreams knock on my door wearing shimmery lights For a brief, sweet hour I waft above the clouds Memories bittersweet are folded in powder blue shrouds On tiptoe they glide and take me along to paradise  A magic door opens and a thrumming portal swings by Strange, wild dreams with shadows looming large and menacing Breaking in sweat sometimes I wake up with my heart pounding Deep dark woods and labyrinthine alleys Running for dear life, the chase ending in a free fall in chasmal valleys On bleak shores of rapid streams I lose my way Fumbling and tripping, my foothold sways on unknown terrains  Rustling paths appear to take me back to times forgotten To my loved ones looking happy, now long gone  Faraway from familiar boulevards, yonder the placid lakes, turbulent seas and rivers Winding roads twists and turns with ...

  Nolan jumped to his feet and strode towards the front door. The ringing was persistent.  He spotted a package lying outside. Upon unwrapping, the contents revealed an easel, a canvas, paints and paintbrushes. Nolan was delighted at this gift of his favourite hobby. He glanced at a note which read — “ To hold you forever in my gaze. Enjoy painting.” Tonight, his farmhouse would be teeming with guests at his fifth anniversary celebration party of acquiring a Fortune 500 company. As he set the canvas up on the easel, a soft breeze ruffled the curtains. The brochure was a printed sheet of the most beautiful violet eyes. He set about blending in tints when the curtains billowed in the rustling breeze. Nolan’s heart started racing as his hand started to move on their own accord and colour a pair of violet eyes set in a heart-shaped face. Violet! Food allergy… murder in cold blood at this very place! Nolan had sprinkled nut powder into her salad and had watched as her life had pain...