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The Wedding Trousseau and other Short Stories

If you were to mix an Ekta Kapoor with a Munshi Premchand and add a dash of R.K.Lakshman to it, you will get an Ankita Sharma.

I just finished reading her book of short stories and discovered a very different Anki from the mellow blogger I have followed for long.

The Wedding Trousseau and other short stories is published in India by Humming Words Publishers and contains eleven really short and widely diverse stories. However, there is an invisible thread that connects them. They are all stories from our everyday milieu. The protagonists are all people you come across everyday. The frustrations, the taboo's, the deep rooted social norms, divides and beliefs and longing and mystery and laughter, these fill each page. From the abject poverty of a Chottu to the blatant hubris of his memsahib, from UFO sightings to a drunk wife beater, these stories make the ordinary, extraordinary.

My best wishes to my favorite fellow blogger.

And for those who wish to order online, it is available here or here.

You can read Ankita's blog here

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  1. AnkitaJune 1, 2015 at 12:48 AM

    Thank you for such a lovely review! I am really motivated now :D

    the first line is a superb compliment! thanks again!! :)

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