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Vibha is right. They do treat me like a maid. I never get to read the newspaper in the morning. All these years, it is he who reads it first. In the early years, the pattern had been established. As he had to leave for work, it seemed only logical.

I was anyway at home the whole day. I could read it later. But after Vibhas visit, I have begun to notice these things a lot more. In the larger scheme of things, perhaps a tiny thing like who reads the newspaper first will have no significance, but when the weariness of a fifteen-year-old marriage is beginning to run you down, it is these little things that prick the most.

The tiny little things are not big enough to break marriages and yet they are cracks that have been neglected. They stand out now like cacti on a barren desert-scape that is my marriage.

Funny how Vibhas little comment has acted as a catalyst to aggravate things to the point of them becoming unbearable. Making it, I say as I hurry to the kitchen. I am conditioned to wait on Sandeep and Abhay and serve them day and night.

I hate my life as I dully hand over the cup of tea to Sandeep who takes it without even an acknowledgment and goes back to reading his newspaper. It is always little things like this that build up.

Often there is no dramatic reason for discontent in marriages. It seeps in slowly over the years. You dont even notice it creeping up.

It happens, trickle by trickle. You do not realise when or how the easy familiarity gets replaced by a taken-for-granted attitude over the years. By the time you do, it is often too late. Habits have been formed, patterns have been set. And a comfort-zone has been established. A zone that is hard to get out of. I know now that there is only one word which sums up my marriage perfectly: Boring. I watch Sandeep blissfully oblivious to the thoughts racing inside my head.

I cannot bring myself to talk to him about this. He is not a new-age metrosexual male that one reads about in magazines or sees in movies, the type in front of whom the wife can pull up a chair, tuck back her designer hair-do, prop her perfectly manicured legs up and say, Darling, we need to talk. Oh no. Ours is a conventional Indian marriage.

And good Indian wives dont do things like that. Which century are you struck in, Diksha?

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Go on and tell him you need to talk. But when I look at him again, my courage fails me. He would probably stare at me uncomprehendingly like I have gone mad. Finally, I just do what I always do.

Get his breakfast ready and wait for him to leave for work. Once he leaves, the whole day stretches bleakly in front of me. I stand and stare at the messy breakfast remains on the dining table. He has not even bothered to put away his plate. It is nothing new. On normal days, I would have cleared it without a second thought.

But today, I just stand, wanting to rebel, wanting to pick up the plate and smash it dramatically into the wall and send the remnants flying in all directions. I breathe hard as I stare at it. I clench my fists. I know I am working myself up into a rage. I feel like exploding now. Unable to bear it any longer, I pick up the plate, march into the kitchen and fling it angrily into the sink where it lands with a clang. Then I wait for the house-help to turn up.

I am filled with a restlessness that is hard to describe. I sit with my cup of tea and contemplate on what my life used to be and what it has become. I think about Vibha and me. Circumstances were not similar for both of us, but both had ultimately bowed down to parental pressure in the great Indian marriage system and had arranged marriages, me much earlier than her.

I had got married when I was nineteen, even before my graduation results were out. My parents had been over the moon to find a guy as suitable as Sandeep. My mind hops skips and jumps down memory lane as I remember how shy and awkward Sandeep and I had been around each other when we were ushered into a room to talk while the rest of the family waited outside. Hi, I am Sandeep, he had said. I had burst out laughing and said I already knew that.

Whereupon he has said without any preamble, I like you. You are sweet and nice. I am a simple guy and it doesnt take much to keep me happy.

I was taken aback by his forthright attitude. Thinking back now, I recall with a small pang of pain that he had never talked about making me happy. It was about keeping him happy. I had beamed with pride in my nineteen-year-old navety and had mumbled that I would do my best.

I had hoped that agreeing to this marriage would win me some redemption in my parents eyes and they would forgive me for what I had done when I was sixteen. It is funny how, even after these many years, I am still trying to do my best. He is, of course, happy. But I am definitely not. Fact is, he never promised to make you happy, Diksha. It was never about you. It was always about him.

You were content then. You agreed, knowing what you were getting into. You have made your bed, now lie in it. I have tried to lie in it and be content. But it pricks now and is no longer comfortable.

It is a tired, old worn-out bed. I know I have to do something to alleviate this feeling of disquiet. When Sandeep comes home that evening, I wait for an opportune moment. The dinner plates have been long cleared, Abhay been read to and tucked to bed. Sandeep is watching a war movie and I know it is a movie he has seen several times. I cannot comprehend what he finds so fascinating in all the violence, gore and blood.

How many times can one watch that? I wait for a commercial break to tell him that I want to talk to him. Hmmm, what about? Sandeep, we never talk, I say. What is there to talk about? I grab the remote from his hand and switch off the TV. My hands are shaking with nervousness, but I try to mask it. He looks at me as though I have slapped him.

I have never done anything like this before. Soon the surprised shock on his face is replaced by annoyance. Cant you see I was watching that? My heart beats really fast. I have never really stood up to him before. The meek little doormat that I am, I want to take back all that I have said. I want to curl up and apologise and grovel.

But now I have taken the plunge and if I do not at least try to sort out this issue, it will blow up and explode. Sandeep, I just need fifteen minutes of your undivided attention, I say, mustering up courage and exhibiting a bravery that I do not feel at all.

I try to not let my nervousness show and, by the look on Sandeeps face, it seems like I am succeeding. So now you have it.

What is it? I feel like an amateur boxer in a ring who has won a first round entirely by fluke against an opponent who is a world-class champion. Sandeep, I feel this growing sense of discontent in our marriage, I say. He looks at me as though I have just confessed my desire to become a strip dancer. He blinks a few times. I stand and stare back at him. Finally, he says, Sit down. I sit opposite him, like a child who comes late and has been given permission by the teacher to enter the classroom.

I sit and wait for him to talk. What do you mean by discontent? Am I not doing all my duties as a husband? Sure, as long as duties of a husband mean earning for us and providing for us, you are.

What else do you really do other than that? A big fat nothing. Yes, Sandeep. But surely there is more to a marriage than that, I meekly say, suppressing all I am feeling inside. Diksha, I am a simple guy. I do not understand what more you want? I squirm. Sandeep, I want some conversation.

I feel a bit taken for granted in this whole deal here. I feel I want to do something with my life. Other than being a wife and a mother, I truly am nothing. Have I ever stopped you from doing what you want to do, Diksha? Didnt you go for your interior design course after marriage? Did I ever stop you? Wasnt it you who decided not to have a career? Yes, but I wanted to give the best care I could to Abhay. How would I have done that had I gone ahead and had a career? We would have had to send him to a crche.

So it is a choice you made, Diksha. Nobody forced you. Not me. Not my mother. I know, Sandeep. All I am saying is that I now want to do something of my own. Abhay goes to school during the day.

You travel so much on work and keep long hours. After that you just come home and watch TV. We hardly ever even talk, Sandeep. How many couples do you know, married for as long as we have been, who have conversations? We arent dating or newlyweds for Gods sake. What conversation are you talking about?

We are talking now, arent we? It wasnt as though we had great conversation even when we were newlyweds. But dont you agree, it was so different then, Sandeep? He does not know what to say. I have stepped across an invisible line here. I have expressed, for the first time, how I have felt. I feel triumphant, almost emancipated for having stood up for myself. Finally he says, I think all the new-age mumbo-jumbo which these womens magazines feed you have influenced your thinking.

I dont think I am such a bad guy. I earn enough, I am a good father and husband. I have never questioned the choices you make, and I think I have given you reasonable freedom and allowed you to do what you want. You made a choice to stay at home.

Now you regret it. And you are blaming me and making me the scapegoat for what you think is your boring life. How am I responsible? You act like a martyr here while living in luxury even as I work my balls off. Dont you ever forget that. His little speech has crushed me like a ten-ton truck. All my newfound bravery vanishes swiftly. I wince at what he has stated so plainly. He has thrown at me a factthat it is he who has been earning while I live in the lap of luxury.

It hurts as there is an element of truth to it. Heck, not just an element, it is the entire truth. And it is bitter and hard to swallow. So I bite back the tears that are threatening to spill over and with an intense self-loathing, mutter a Sorry, you are right. I dont know what came over me. Then I retreat into the kitchen and I sob and sob and sob, even as Sandeep turns the television back on and goes back to watching whatever it was that I interrupted.

I am still in my dance uniforma plain pink salwar kameez and a plain yellow dupatta. It is as unglamorous an outfit as can be for a first date and on top of that I am covered in sweat after a very hard dance practice. Yet I am happy even if somewhat conscious of my appearance.

I am a bit nervous too. But Ankit seems to neither mind nor notice any of it and even if he does, is too polite to say. He waits just outside and helps me park my bicycle, though I tell him I am perfectly capable of parking it myself. I know you are, but allow me to do at least something for you, Diksha, he says, his eyes twinkling. I find it hard to avert my gaze from him.

He is handsome. His eyes are a deep brown and his straight hair falls across his forehead.

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He flicks it back with a slight toss of his head. He is nearly six feet tall or at least a five eleven and a half.

I feel puny next to him. Ankit, we should have met another day. I am all sweaty and I am wearing this stupid salwar, I say.

Does true love really exist or is it just a cliche?

You look lovely, Diksha. Just relax, he replies as I follow him into the coffee shop. He asks me what I will have and we both settle for cold coffee. We make small talk for a while. Then he says, Listen, you heard of this Environment Awareness exhibition happening at the Air Force School next month, right?

I nod. I have already seen the notices and heard the announcements about it. We were all asked to make models and the best ones would get selected. But I wasnt interested in it.

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But now that Ankit has mentioned it, my interest is piqued. Take part in it, Diksha.

It involves an overnight stay and my whole group will be there, he winks. I say. I wasnt aware about the overnight stay. Actually, I hadnt even given it a thought. But now, getting a chance to spend one whole day outside school with Ankit is too wonderful an opportunity to pass up.

I am very tempted and excited at the prospect. But what in the world will I present? What environment awareness project can I do? Look, I will help you with it. You need to go and speak to Mrs Rao and tell her you are keen. You can rope in some of your classmates if you want.

But dont miss this opportunity, he commands. I smile at how he has taken charge of this whole situation and decided for me that I am attending. He tells me to make a low-cost model farm. He has done research on it. He seems to know a lot about it. He says he will help me with everything. I am surprised at the level of detailed planning he has done.

By the end of our coffees we have agreed on a grand plan. Only six best models will be chosen and Ankit says that my model has to be really good in order to get selected. He and his gang are making a working model on rainwater harvesting and explaining the concept with charts and impressive statistics. Rohan is of course a part of this group. That evening I explain my model to Rohan and my parents over dinner.

I leave out the part about Ankits involvement in all of it. Rohan is quite impressed. So are my parents. I beam with pride. Not bad, Diksha. I never knew you had it in you. I hope yours gets chosen. I know our model already has. I overheard Mrs Rao speaking to Miss Bindu in the staff room. I hope so, too.

Lets see, I answer. So are you working with Tanu on this one? But I dont know, I reply. I know for certain that Tanu will not want to be a part of it.

Especially if she hears that it is Ankit who is behind the whole idea.

But I do not want to leave her out. So I ask her the next day. I explain my project in detail. I tell her that it is actually Ankits idea and that he is masterminding it. To my surprise, Tanu is excited and wants to be a part of it.

She also asks me about my date with Ankit in detail. I downplay it all and tell her it was just okay. I dont tell her how madly my heart was racing. Or that Ankit and I have planned the whole project so that we get time together away from school. Instead, I tell her that Ankit casually mentioned this idea and I thought I would give it a shot. Tanu has no reason to disbelieve me and she says she will throw herself with full gusto into the project. We have several weeks left for the final exhibition in our school from which the best models will be chosen for the exhibition at the Air Force School.

Ankit and I meet almost every single day now. It has become a kind of ritual. It all started when I called him up to tell him that Tanu had agreed to work on it with me. He asked me to meet him after school to discuss the project model in detail. I told Mother that since I was working on the project with Tanu, which isnt exactly a lie, I needed to meet her every evening, and this is how our Ankits and mine regular meetings came about.

I usually cycle back and reach home in fifteen minutes. But these days, Ankit waits for me around the corner two lanes away. We cycle together to Elliots Beach and sit watching the waves and talking about almost everything under the sun.

I enjoy his company immensely and I discover that he loves the Arts. He wants to do a degree in Fine Arts after his Class Twelve, but his father is keen for him to join the family business. He also knows he will probably never end up doing Art. Not much money in it, he says. I tell him about how my mother forces me to learn classical dance. I tell him about my taste in books and we discover a common ground. He loves reading too. We talk and talk and the hours feel like minutes.

Ankit opens up to me and tells me about his family. They are very wealthy and the Uttam Group of Industries is well known. They have tons of money. But things at home are not so fine. He is a single child and his parents are on the verge of a break-up. He hates going home as his parents fight all the time. It is so peaceful here with you, Diksha. I feel really good with you. I hate the constant fights at home. I just cant wait to be independent and lead my own life. My parentsI am really tired of them, he says.

I feel tender towards him. I hear the pain in his voice and I see, behind his cool dude faade, a child who is begging to be loved. I badly want to hug him right there but we are in a public place and that too in conservative Chennai.

So I slide my hand over his and I squeeze it. He holds my hand tight. Time stands still in those few moments. We watch the sunset together.

Finally, only when it is beginning to become dark do we head home. He cycles with me till the end of the street where my house is and waits till I reach my gate. Then I wave and he leaves after that. It is strange how one can feel so close with another person just after a few regular meetings and long chats. I feel as though I have known Ankit all my life. He says he feels the same way. At school, I cant wait for the last bell to ring so I can be with Ankit.

On the days that I have a dance class, we meet at Infinity. I know that I am head over heels in love with Ankit. I have no idea whether it is a crush or whatever it is the experts call it. All I know is that I feel so alive, so happy and so good about myself when I am with him.

I meet Tanu during the weekends and we work on our project. I am happy that we are back to being friends again, the old awkwardness seems to have truly vanished. Who knows, maybe Tanu did not really have a crush on Ankit, after all.

We plan out the project in detail. I have made some rough sketches with Ankits help. Tanu loves my layout and design. Of course, I dont tell her that Ankit has been helping me. We get a large wooden tray from her attic. Then her mother helps us pile red, fertile mud which she has got in sacks for planting a lawn. We get small plastic houses from the Monopoly set. Tanu raids her attic and comes up with tiny plastic farm animals that she used to play with as a child.

Her mother helps us plant mustard and says if we water it regularly, we will have an impressive little green field on the day of the exhibition.

She says this is just for trial and we will have to repeat this a few days before the exhibition as the mustard plants wouldnt thrive for that long. Tanu and I water it diligently and work on it every day, adding elements like canals, a self-irrigation system, a well, a barn, miniature signboards and many other little details. We even put in tiny people from her doll house.

Finally, on the day of the selection of models for the final exhibition, we are rewarded with a splendid-looking model farm, complete with real little green plants.

It looks extremely impressive and all the students as well as teachers gather around us to examine it. I catch Ankit beaming with pride and our eyes meet across the crowded room. We do not exchange a single word but the look in his eyes says it all. We communicate such a lot without even talking. I feel as though I am floating on air. Of course our model gets selected. Well done, Diksha, I am so proud of you, says Rohan as he thumps my back when the announcements at school are made.

Hearty congrats, says Ankit and gives me a knowing little smile. We hug our secret to ourselves and I do a tiny jig in my head as I think of all the time I will get with Ankit. We wait eagerly now for the exhibition at the Air Force School at Avadi. The mustard plants which we planted in our model farm will die by then, but we now know what to do and tell Mrs Rao that we will replant them a few days before the actual exhibition so that we still have a grand model on the final day.

That is exactly what we do. There are about eighteen children chosen to go to Air Force School with their models. Tanu and I are over the moon to be a part of this. All arrangements have been made for spending two days and one night at the host-school. There are more than fifty-five schools, including ours, taking part and the event has been organised on a rather large scale. It is a two-day exhibition and we will be returning at the end of day two.

The best models selected here would then represent the south zone and will get to go to Delhi for the grand finale. Our school has made arrangements for a mini-bus and three teachers will be accompanying us.

My parents are totally relaxed about sending me on this field trip as Rohan is on it too. They have proudly informed all their friends as well as Meera Mausi and my grandmother that both their children have been chosen to display their models at the exhibition. Tanu is as excited as me.

But just seven years ago, she was merely a bestselling author of a single collection of thirty-five real-life incidents, titled 34 Bubblegums and Candies. And then, in , she published her debut novel: The rest, as they say, is history.

And Why? However, we feel that we need to warn you that this is not a light read. Despite its ending, Life Is What You Make It is far from a filmy Hollywood romance in which the flight of the butterflies is interrupted merely for a few seconds because of a slight quarrel. Oh, no! The main protagonist here is not exactly appealing, and the reason for this is a severe ailment: bipolar disorder.

The book captures well both the highs of euphoria and the depths of despair that come with this mental malady, as well as the serious difficulties someone suffering from bipolar disorder may face in life.

Ever since then, Shenoy has managed to write and publish at least one book every year. A Hundred Little Flames was the only book published by Shenoy in Merely two months ago, in September , Shenoy published her last book so far, titled Rule Breaker.

She has been consistently ranked among the most influential Indian celebrities for the past half a decade. The story opens in a mental institution where the protagonist of the novel, Ankita Sharma, is apparently brought to unwillingly by her parents.

She is 21, good-looking and smart, and yet she is there among many people with listless looks and lethargic bodies. I used to be the Secretary of the Arts Association. I was doing my management from a fine business school. I am not like you all. So, how did she get there? When her number finally comes up, and the doctor starts asking her question, we, the readers, slowly but surely start uncovering the answer to this question.

The flashback starts with two letters exchanged between the protagonist and Vaibhav, a childhood friend of hers. We learn that Vaibhav has managed to get into the Indian Institute of Technology — Delhi, and that Ankita is not allowed to do the same by her conservative parents, despite her excellent grades. The reason for it is, of course, the gender of Ankita — and nothing more.

So, expectedly for a girl living in Kerala in , she enters St. Agnes College for Girls. However, she misses Vaibhav who, as we learn from the letters exchanged between the two, was a little more than a friend to her.

They say that distance is sometimes capable of sharpening love, but they also say that it is a make-or-break test for it. The language veered too much towards the colloquial with words like 'darn' and tired phrases like 'done deal' thrown in for good measure. And since the editor in me never switches off, the typos and the grammatical errors that are peppered liberally through the book gave me the shudders. But I guess if you're looking for very light reading, you might like this one.

May 16, D rated it really liked it. Finished reading it within 2 days. Overall a good read. You'd be able to relate to the character in the form of people you come across occasionally or it can be one of your friends.

There are men like Sandeep who exist and take things for granted and then there are women like Diksha who are really scared of their husbands. So scared that they can't even talk to them about their interests or things they'd like to do.

Society has set a pattern for a woman to live like this for the rest of their li Finished reading it within 2 days. Society has set a pattern for a woman to live like this for the rest of their lives. Don't think or do anything that makes you feel happy. Its weird and even depressing but then we are taught to adjust so we do and accept that this is our fate and pretend to be happy with what we have and then life throws a question asking things you don't have answers to.

You have a life, don't forget to live for yourself. Its perfectly fine to be selfish and think about things that make you happy. Make a wish list and start working on it because its your life. So want to write a long review but need sometime for that. I might write a blog post on this one.

Mar 06, Ananya Dhawan rated it really liked it. The story oozes innocence.

I especially like the way Mrs. Shenoy has taken in consideration each subtle aspect of human emotion. May 20, Soumyabrata Gupta rated it liked it. Coming from a traditional middle-class family, Diksha finds her life taking a turn for the worst when a harmless kiss with a senior from school, lands her in trouble. Her life gets shattered as she is withdrawn from the institution by her parents and a series of chaperoning ensues until she is married off to the suitable boy Sandeep at only 19 years of age.

A conversation with a depressed cousin Vibha, who has just lost her husband Mohan, however, soon forces her to take some life altering decisions when she realises that she has every right to live life according to her own wishes as well. Out of their conversation is born a secret wishlist and while a bit hesitant at first, Diksha soon finds herself spiraling into a world that she is less familiar with as she tries to find her own footing and her own individual identity amidst all the chaos..

From drinking booze, to joining a salsa class as Diksha plunges deeper into her own world, she finds herself regretting her marriage with each passing day and the entry of her once childhood crush Ankit the boy she was caught kissing , soon culminates into an extra-marital relationship and her taking a decision that she never thought she had the courage to make.

A little bit of spice and love in her life only serves to make her resolve that much stronger. As appearing in The Bengal Post newspaper on March 3, May 02, Afshan Khan rated it it was ok.

I finished the book in 4 days. I took so long as frankly it didn't keep me glued to it. Unlike other books by Preeti Shenoy I have to say this one is boring , monotonous and repetitive. Opening of the book is good where school days are described. Story oscillates between present and past. The narration takes you back to school grounds and the teenage infatuations but after that I was just waiting for the end.

I knew the end but had to finish it as I wanted to see if there is a twist! I would lov I finished the book in 4 days. I would love to see a damsel not in distress the next time she writes a book. Its always a troubled woman who ultimately becomes strong and faces the world.

The protagonist Diksha is trapped in her married life and is seeking peace and real happiness. You feel connected to her but the way the events turn out its much more like a movie to me.

The moment the book becomes a movie I lose interest. Every thing happens like she wants all of a sudden and her romance blooms which in real life is actually tough. The circumstances and the chances are co operative and she again finds her old love. Frankly too many lines were repetitive. After meeting her teenage love Ankit she keeps on saying the same things all over again.

I know it happens in love but to read it in book was a bit boring! Few characters got dissolved in the mid. I thought there is some thing more to the character Vibha who is Diksha's cousin. Compared to the previous books this definitely was not up to the mark. It is like reading a similar story again. I loved Life is what you make it and felt Tea for two and a piece of cake was OK!

This book is a time pass read and as it is the fourth book may be I expected a lot. I was expecting a story where lead roles would be doing all adventurous things in the wish list and not a woman oriented book where there are relationship or marital problems again. Few bits I liked are the Salsa and the details, the mother in law who seemed extremely understanding and sweet. Such characters again are rare species in real life.

I mean there are mothers who support even rapist sons so I don't think a mother in-law will support a daughter in-law immediately if she wants to walk out of a marriage. I liked the way places and localities are described.

I liked the concept of writing down a secret wish list and ya I loved the cover page which lead to my great expectations. Jan 01, Shyam Sundar rated it really liked it Shelves: Dhiksha - the protagonist , was married to an idiot at her early age of 19! Feb 05, Saloni Chaudhary rated it did not like it.

Sometimes I read below average books to understand what a reader will not like. Now I know. Mar 25, Sarika Singh rated it really liked it Shelves: This is one of the book, I was looking to read since Long time. Thanks to Preeti Shenoy for good book. Superb book loved it much. I have not disappointed. Excellent narration from a women's point of view. Must read! Jun 29, Vijay Karthikeyan Srinivasan rated it really liked it.

Oh, my God! It's mind changing for me, personally! This book is a must read everyone, especially for the ones who are still conservative. I was taken aback by the beliefs I had. It's a story about a conserved woman who, when realizes her pathetic situation like to live life as per her wish. But, she got stuck in her daily chores and with his very old-fashioned husband who always never appreciate her efforts.

It's the transformation of a conserved woman into an independent and confident woman.

I lo Oh, my God! I loved reading the book. It really changed my view about women. I should thank Preeti Shenoy for the beautiful work she has done! Beautifully written The narration is remarkable. It makes you read the complete book in one breath. An Indian, Bangalore based story of a typical Indian girl.

I am sure most of us would have seen this character at least once in our life's. Women who keep living their lifes taking care of their husbands and kids when they are getting no care in return. Society believes it is the girls duty to remain door mats. This book just reminded that the society needs to change a lot. Parents need to believe Beautifully written The narration is remarkable.

Parents need to believe their daughters too. Yes I truly loved it. In short, a simple but elegant book. Feb 01, Abhilash Ruhela rated it really liked it. Some times, time does not favour and you get stuck in reading a book that could have got completed in just hours. This book was bought for my friend to gift it to her on Birth day but later I decided to keep it for myself. The authoress Preeti Shenoy who has written yet another amazing story needs no introduction. But there's something very funny and amusing about her journey as a writer is the shuffling of Publ Some times, time does not favour and you get stuck in reading a book that could have got completed in just hours.

But there's something very funny and amusing about her journey as a writer is the shuffling of Publishers every time she comes up with a new book. Coming to the story of "The Secret Wish List"- At sixteen, Diksha like any girl her age, finds her life revolving around school, boys and endless hours of fun with her best friend.

The Secret Wish List is a captivating, engrossing, racy tale about following your heart, chasing your dreams and the meaning of friendship.

To know more, read the book. Coming to the author, there's no doubt that Preeti Shenoy is the best female author in the genre in which she writes. Every time she drafts a story, it comes up with a message and lots of learning.

And she does it with an entertaining manner rather than keeping the story too intense or up-to-the-point. She knows what to put where in the book which directly touches the heart of the readers. As the authoress herself is a married woman, she understands the plight of married women and hence, they would love reading her books more than anyone else.

But what's interesting is that even youths like me loves reading her book. It does not have any age barrier. But I would like to demand Preeti Shenoy to write a happy married life of a woman in her next book as she is getting stereotyped as "one who writes only depressing tales of married women". Coming to the good parts of book according to me- Initially, when the book begins, the way she keeps on shuffling between both the periods of story is too interesting.

The school life of Diksha isn't kept too cheesy like other authors. Even that's interesting to read.

Then her equation with Sandeep, her husband is described perfectly. I was able to imagine each and every sequence as it seems to be real and not a single part seems to be filmy and exaggerated. Her son, Abhay is my favorite character in the book.

I just loved reading his conversations with his parents. I want my kid to be like him. And once her childhood friends come back in her life, the real fun in the story starts.

As we sympathize with the protagonist, we start loving the way she breaks all the confinements and does what she always wants to. All the moments in the book is worth appraising. But I won't talk about them as many Spoilers might come out and a Review looks nice when its short.

The only problem that I find is the one I mentioned above- Too depressing story. Hence, I would ask authoress to please write something cheery next time.

I would love to read an opposite version from you. Yes, get the book. And in the end, Cover Designer of this book should be felicitated with something special.

Jun 18, Versha rated it it was ok Shelves: This was quick read but not something good though. Firstly the story had no depth in it and was totally unrealistic. Secondly, all characters were unappealing, especially the main protagonist Diksha. Story from her point of view was the main draw back. I was unable to connect to her. She seemed rather immature for her age. Even though she was 35 and had a 9 year old son, but her approach towards life was as childish as she was at Which was not convincing at all.

And also what was she doing in her 15 years of marriage not opening her mouth once to his insensitivity.. If at all she had talked it over with him may be she could have saved her marriage or was she wishing it to fall apart secretly?

I really could not make anything good out of it. Apr 18, Abhishek rated it it was ok. One shall credit Preeti Shenoy for motivating women to be independent, to live their lives, to come out of their cages and stand up for themselves. Having said that, I believe she has a myopic view on independence and life, to the least that is what I felt after reading this book.

I would also suggest teenagers not to get inspired by this book.I watch Sandeep blissfully oblivious to the thoughts racing inside my head. Download The Red Fox: Your friend will always have your best interests at heart and will go out of the way to make sure you achieve them.

American Born Chinese download. The book was also selected as one of the all-time bestsellers of by the Times of India. That afternoon, we have no idea what lies in store for us in the future. Her thoughts throughout the 15 years of marriage were filled with her secret lover, now how independent her decisions would actually be?