Book Review – Hope we never meet again

Book: Hope we never meet again

Author: Srinath Krishnamoorthy

Genre: Psycho-analytic thriller

 

 Srinath Krishnamoorthy is a close writer friend and an avid blogger here in WordPress. He writes mostly on current affairs and the stuff which keep the reader thinking and forces them to think differently. Hope We Never Meet Again is his debut novel and I am sure you’ll not feel like it’s his first novel because he seems to be a seasoned writer.

 

I ain’t a vivid reader anymore as I used to be but there are very fewer books which holds the interest of the reader right from the prologue until the very end and HWNMA is one of those few books. When I first heard about the title ‘Hope we never meet again’, I thought it might be love related but it’s much more than that.

The book is full of love, thriller, lust, mystery, regrets and, in the end, hoping not to meet again. I love to read books in intervals and at ease but this book was not that. This book needed my urgent attention and didn’t allow me to keep is aside and concentrate on other works.

 

It starts with the death of the protagonist, Varun Diwakar, an IT professional, and each chapter thereafter takes us to a new level of suspense and revelation of characters. Varun finds the dark secrets of the people in his life and also belonging to various generations. The characters are so strong and detailed and the story is well woven to give one of the most jaw-dropping ending.

 

 

 

Links to buy the book online are amazon, kindle, Google play store, rockstand.in, scribd, and kobo🙂

Game of tiptoeing..

When I was a kid,

I used to tip toe go to kitchen,

During the noon time,

When my mother was asleep,

So that I can have some cream biscuits,

Without her knowledge.

But in the evening,

She calls me and takes my class,

For eating those biscuits on a regular basis.

She didn’t changed the place of those biscuits,

Because she loved my tip-toeing and having those biscuits,

And thinking that I can fool my mother,

Who know me more than I know myself.

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Now, the table has turned.

I loved her beauty, her smile, her truthfulness,

And this time, my mother tip-toed,

And went to meet her and said,

To leave me and go far away from me,

Because my father don’t like her,

And my girl left me, without telling me,

And I thought that it was fate and we weren’t meant to be a together,

But then when I came to know what had really happened,

I cursed my mother, my girl, everyone, even God,

Because then I hated this game of tip-toe,

This game of pretendness.

This game of keeping cards close to your chest,

This game of not putting everything on the table,

This game of thinking that others are fool,

And you are the only smart guy.

I hate this sham!!

Prisoners of Regret..

The present is what all we got,

The past is left behind,

The future has no shape,

Hope I will be found by someone whom I want.

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I wanted to be with her,

wanted to make her smile,

but now all I got is her phone number but no courage,

to talk to her because the time is gone.

I didn’t tell her, she got her love,

I am left behind, just thinking about her,

her simple smile.

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I wish I had, told her how I felt,

then I know I wouldn’t had been a prisoner of regret,

I would had been a free bird then,

but now it’s not like that, and I feel so suffocated.

I wish I had, done something to express my love,

then I know my future would had taken a good shape,

I would had been happy and surely she too,

but now it’s not like that, and I feel so suffocated.

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Life is short, making decisions difficult,

but always make sure you don’t make any decision that you live to regret,

because there is just no bail for the prisoners of regret!!