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Book Review

Title: You are Blooming

Author: Swarnali Nath

Amazon E-book, 2020

 “Let noble thoughts come to us from every side,” Rig Veda exhorts. We live in rather ignoble times. A global pandemic has revealed more potently than anything else our vulnerability even before a microscopic virus. In spite of that, we don’t seem to learn the essential lessons. We keep fighting in the names of gods and religions. We keep chopping people’s heads to prove the might of our gods. Nations threaten one another for a few acres of land in the border areas. Men rape and kill little girls for reasons that only they and their gods know. No, we won’t ever learn lessons.

That is why certain lessons become more and more relevant in spite of the fact that they are not new. Certain stories of love and compassion, grace and beauty, sunshine and bliss need be told again and again. We need be reminded again and again of our capacity for regeneration, the urgent need for that regeneration. This is what Swarnali Nath’s e-book, You are Blooming, does. It is yet another much-needed reminder that we can redeem ourselves at any time, however tough the going is getting.

The book is divided into three parts of equal lengths: Hope, Beauty, and Grace – each part has 7 chapters. Rather, 7 letters addressed to the seeker of happiness. The author speaks in the voice of a spiritual guru speaking to her disciple. The style is conversational though monologic and it is meant to touch the heart rather than the intellect. Certain transformations need to take place in the heart and not in the intellect. Swarnali is speaking about such transformations.

Here is a voice that seeks to bring more light into an increasingly darkening world, more love into a world being smothered by bitterness, more hope against the mounting despair. Here is a book that seeks to release the bird with broken wings back into the sky to which it belongs. This is a book that adds grace and charm to life, bringing noble thoughts from every side.

The book is available here.

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Comments

  1. What a lovely review. I've read some of Swarnali's articles and I'm sure the book will be awesome. But your insights are equally great.

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  2. Very befitting and precise review! Completely agree that the book is a beautiful 'much-needed reminder that we can redeem ourselves at any time, however tough the going is getting.'

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  3. Nice review! Must read this book soon.

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  4. What a beautiful review of a beautiful book.

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  5. What a beautiful review Sir. Very rightly said certain things really need to be repeated again and again to ourselves if not to others and this book of Swarnali's is certainly a reminder of how we can awaken that goodness within us.

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  6. Thank you so much for the beautiful review Sir. I am overwhelmed and honoured. I am grateful for the abundance of love you have showered on my book. This means world to me. Thank you Sir. Gratitude 😊🙏🏻

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  7. I have started reading it and I agree it's a voice of positivity in these turbulent times

    Ruchi Nasa https://thevagabond.me

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  8. There is a certain softness in Swarnali's writing and it comes across in the book. Yet to read it on Amazon. I just say that from my memory of it on Blogchatter. Wonderful review sir.

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  9. What a crisp & beautiful review sir. certainly during trying times, certain noble thoughts need to be repeated.

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