We occasionally look out for books which are easy to read when all you want to do is sit back and read through a book without having to consult the Webster’s. Anything for you Ma’am caught our attention with the bright blue cover and a price that was easy on our budget. True to the reviews we had read on the book, it was definitely one of the funniest reads we have had in the recent times.
Raheja has exhibited very good writing skills and has put a lot of thought into keeping his readers captive. Descriptions especially are beautifully portrayed. He has definitely done a good job with the various love interests which the readers all can’t but fall in love with the characters. This is definitely one book where everyone will some shade of himself in one of the pages.
The Official ‘About’
As a professor in IIT Delhi is busy with his love, the “Biobull“; a revolutionary bus that will run on human discharge and provide a somewhat funny yet, inexhaustible alternate fuel… one of his students is busy with his love, a girl thankfully. Peaceful, eh? Yup and just the peaceful playground for Mr.Fate to stick his bally foot in…
Excerpt from Anything for you Ma’am
I thanked them, promised them a treat, bade them goodbye and then turned to look at Shreya, who, all this while, had been concealed by the giggling girls. I would not waste much space in describing her beauty. I just gaped at her, as though petrified. She smiled, knowing that I had been knocked out by her
spell and whispered, “Where shall we proceed?” and I mumbled something like, “Upstairs.” But I kept looking at her and she crossed her arms, pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows and shook her head at my behaviour.
“Come on, now, Tejas, I am not looking that good.” But she was and she knew it.
She wore a black dress that ended just above her knees. It was extremely graceful. The dress had settled on her curves beautifully, highlighting her slender figure. The black of the dress matched with the colour of the night and contrasted beautifully with her fair arms and neck that glistened in the moon light. She wore her usual make up that consisted of a line of kajal and a touch of gloss on her lips. She didn’t need any more. Her silk-like tresses were open as usual, thrown back, shining silver at places. And she wore the silver ear rings that I had gifted her just the day before. She wore heels that brought her almost to my level and, thankfully, not above it. She was lissom, lithe, elegant and all that.
I took her burning hand in mine and led her up the stairs, and she was surprised to see the setting. She pressed my hand, looked into my eyes and said that it was beautiful. I was glad that she approved of the place.
It was a terrace and idyllic – no roof on the top, just the sky studded with diamonds. It had rained in the evening but the rain had stopped, the heavy clouds gone, to display a spectacular star-studded sky. Thin foam like clouds still spattered here and there added to the beauty. Though the clouds had made way for the stars, the beautiful smell of wet earth lingered on, wafted by a brilliant, cool breeze – the hallmark of monsoons. The moon was out too and bathed the night with its silver splendour.
There was a criss-cross bamboo fence on the border that acted like a trellis for the ivy creepers. Entwined with the ivy were small, vivid flowers that added a splash of colour to the whole fence. The arrangement was splendid. The rest of the terrace was outlined with beautiful hedges from which purple flowers peered lovingly. I noticed how lovely purple looked with green. Love makes you love
nature as well!
Out in the left corner, near the fence, were two wooden chairs with a wooden table in between. On the table, two long candles illuminated the setting, and the silverware cast their light and the moon’s. I had chosen the corner as it was the most exquisite one, overlooked by a Gulmohar tree which had gained sufficient height over the years to provide a friendly shade to this corner on sunnier days. Neither was it..
day, nor had the sun come out for two days, yet I had chosen this nook for the beauty that the tree with its ready-to-bloom orange flowers lent to it.
There was a fountain too, on the far right hand corner, and it sparkled, too, in the silver of the moon. Nothing could be better, I reflected, and led her to the chairs. I pulled a chair for her, bowed with one hand on my middle and the other drawn out, gesturing her to sit, and said, “Ma’am, have a seat,” and she obliged by saying a ‘Thank you, sir.’
I took my seat and looked into her eyes. Lately, I had realized, she allowed me do so and her eyes smiled when I did that. Earlier she would feel shy and would laugh and say, “What are you doing, Tejas?” But, now, we both loved it.